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Dorcas woke at six with a blanket tucked to her chin and no memory of lying down.The living room was grey with early light. Across from her, in the armchair, Desmond sat with his head against the wing of the chair and one arm hanging, asleep. His tie was loose. He had not taken off his shoes. She lay and watched him for longer than she meant to, and then she saw his phone lying face up on the carpet, and remembered.“Desmond.”His eyes opened at once. “What time is it?”“Six. What happened?”He told her, and showed her Kane’s photograph on his phone: a black brick wall, a green door blown off its hinges, firemen in yellow coats. She listened with her feet pulled up under the blanket, and she felt the whole thing arrive slowly, like cold coming up through a floor.“They burned it,” she said. “Within hours.”“Eight hours after you left.”“So they know.” She pressed her fingers against her eyes. “Not about the recorder. But Emily knew I was only there to look.”“Or Isaiah is si
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Desmond opened the van door before he had finished deciding to.“Desmond,” David hissed.“Cover the lens.”He stepped out into the lane and pulled the door shut behind him, hard enough that the whole van rocked. The air was cool and smelled of bins and cigarette smoke. He walked forward with his hands in his coat pockets, not fast, so that he met Isaiah halfway between the van and the green door.Isaiah stopped six feet away.Up close, he looked much as he had on the screen. Tidy, handsome, slightly tired. A man who had never once been made to pay for anything.“Allen.” His mouth curled. “Sitting in a bread van. Do you always follow people around?”“I’m waiting for my wife.”“Your wife is a donor.” Isaiah drew out the word. “Emily’s treatment. Entirely voluntary. She offered.”“I know.”“So what are you doing here?”“Waiting for my wife,” Desmond said again, in the voice he used in meetings that had been going on too long.Isaiah looked at him for a long moment. Then he lo
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“Phones in the tray, please.”The receptionist said it in the same mild voice she had used for everything. She pushed a shallow plastic basket across the desk. It was empty. Down the corridor, a refrigerator clicked on and off.Dorcas looked at it.Water, she had told Desmond. One word. She had planned to type it with her thumb inside her coat pocket, and send it without looking down.“Clinic policy,” the receptionist said. “Nothing in the treatment area. Cameras.”“Of course.” Dorcas put the phone in the tray. She kept her face perfectly smooth. She thought of five o’clock, and of Kane with a key to the back door, and of the van a hundred yards away, and her hand did not go to her hair clip. “How long will the screening take?”“Twenty minutes. Perhaps thirty.”She was shown to a small room with a vinyl chair and a paper-covered bed. A young nurse took her blood pressure and pricked her finger without a word. “Your type is as expected,” she murmured. “Emily will be pleased.” Sh
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At 3:57, Dorcas pressed the buzzer on the green door, and Desmond stopped breathing.He sat in the back of an unmarked white van a hundred yards down Mercer Lane, with David beside him, a laptop on David’s knees, and Kane in the driver’s seat watching the mirror. The windows had been blacked out, and someone had painted GREENFIELD BAKERY down the side in cheerful blue letters. The air smelled of old coffee and plastic, and not at all of bread. There was no sound at all except the faint tick of the engine cooling.That was the worst of it. The recorder in her hair clip stored everything and sent nothing. David had explained it three times: a live transmitter could be detected, a stored recording could not. It had been the right decision. Desmond had agreed to it. He now found that he hated it with great precision.What they did have was limited, and legal. The pharmacy’s own security camera covered the alley behind its bins, and the owner, offered a generous fee and a very short exp
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Dorcas wrote the message eleven times before she sent it.It was Monday morning and they were in the conference room, the three of them around the long table: Dorcas with the phone, David with a legal pad, Desmond at the window with his back to the glass. The number was the one that had sent Say goodbye. She had saved it under E and never answered it again.The final version said:I’ll donate again. One condition. I see him. Ten minutes.“Too short?” she asked.“It’s hard to be too short when you’re asking a woman for her own child,” David said. “But it’s clear.”“Send it,” said Desmond.She pressed the button. The little tick appeared, and then, after a moment, a second one, and the words Read 9:14.Nobody spoke.The seconds went by like cold water. Dorcas watched the screen and felt her own heart beat in her throat. She had a quick, absurd urge to laugh. Eleven months of Saturdays, and she had never once been this nervous about Emily.Three dots appeared.Why would I agre
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Neither of them mentioned the car.Desmond had expected to feel awkward at breakfast on Saturday. He had even rehearsed a few sentences in the shower, which was ridiculous, and not one of them survived contact with the dining room.Dorcas was already there, in a grey jumper with her sleeves pushed up, and the table in front of her had vanished under paper. Printouts. Photographs. Three highlighters. A calendar, drawn by hand on a sheet of A3, with fourteen squares inked in red.“Good morning,” she said, without looking up. “There’s coffee. I made it. It’s drinkable.” She had clearly been up since four; the highlighters were already running dry. “I need you to read this.”He sat. That was all. She slid a folder across the polished wood and went back to her pen, and the day began as if no one had held anyone’s hand.He found he was grateful.The folder had a title page, in her small neat capitals: EMILY: ELEVEN MONTHS.“Start with the calendar,” she said.He did. Fourteen red sq
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