MasukLISA'S POVI set out two plates before I caught myself. Put one back in the cupboard. The toast was cold by the time I remembered it was there.Elena knocked at ten. She's come every few days since Lily died and she never asks whether it's a good time, which is the kindest thing anybody does for me now."You're eating," she said, looking at the plate."A little."She sat down without being asked. Then: "Have you heard about Nurse Cora?""I heard she didn't come in yesterday.""She's missing, Lisa. The house was open. Her shoes were still inside the door." Elena's hands closed around her cup. "They've had search parties out since midday. Quietly — nobody's supposed to be saying it, and everybody is.""That's why there were men on the eastern path.""That's why." She looked at me over the cup. "You spoke to her. At the hearing. What did she say to you?""She said she was sorry." I gave the pause its proper length. "I thought she was offering condolences.""And was she?""I've no idea. S
BENJAMIN’S POVCallum came in without knocking at half past ten, straight from the clinic, coat still on."Cora Maren didn't come to work this morning. Marlow's runner went up to the house. It's empty.""She's grieving. That child died on her floor and she's been in that building every day since. People need a day.""Her front door was unlocked.""Then she's careless, or she's ill, or she's sitting in somebody's kitchen being talked to." I had the patrol schedule in front of me and I didn't stop reading it. "John can spare a nurse for a morning. Tell him to send somebody up at noon and let her come in when she's ready to come in—""The bed's made and hasn't been slept in. Her coat's on the hook in the hall. Her shoes are by the door."I stopped reading.Her coat was on the hook?A woman doesn't walk out into cold like this with nothing over her shoulders, and she doesn't line her shoes up at her own door and go off into the dark.Whatever this was, it wasn't a woman who'd packed and g
JOHN'S POVCora was supposed to be in the clinic at seven. Ten past, she wasn't. Twenty past, I walked the front path end to end twice and found nobody on it, and I quit pretending she'd only been running late.The page was still open on my desk and my coffee had gone cold.7:00 — Cora. Alone. No notes.Last night she stood in my doorway with something she clearly wanted to tell me. It was all over her face. She opened her mouth twice and stopped both times, and I told her to come back in the morning and do it properly, because what I wanted was a chair, a shut door, and Morwen at the table with a pen.I got the chair. I got the shut door. Now, I have Cora.Morwen came in at ten to eight, hung her coat on the peg, and stopped beside the supply cart."That's still not done.""No."Her hand stayed on the handle of it. Cora restocked that cart before anybody else was through the front, every working day for six years, and Morwen stood there a while before she said anything else."Where i
ALICE'S POVI organized my medical bag before I remembered I wasn't allowed to treat anyone.The instruments were clean. They'd been clean for days. I took them out anyway — stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, otoscope — and laid them along the desk in the order I use them during an exam. Then placed them back in the bag. Then my own shelf: bandages by size, syringes by gauge, the little of it I keep in this house. The list of what's in that bag didn't need rewriting. I rewrote it anyway.It kept my hands busy so my head didn't have to sit still. Didn't have to land on Lily's hand reaching for the desk, or Lisa's voice in that chamber, or the name that came up when Harris asked who wanted me dead.The window was open. Outside, the compound got on with its morning — children near the fountain, warriors in the training yard, somebody two houses along running a mower before six.Then a voice went up, a child's, high and frightened.Somebody get a doctor right now!Another, further off, alr
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John’s POV "When you came back and there was a new name in the book. Was the ink still wet?"She sat with that, hands flat on the desk, wanting to give me an answer she didn't have, and I made myself sit there and watch."I never looked," she said. "It was a visitor's name in a visitors' book. Why would I look."The log had been in the evidence box six days and I'd been through it forty times. Out it came again.Twelve entries on that page, eleven of them dry and a little faded, because that's what ink does in a warm room. The twelfth — nine ten in, nine thirty out, the name that doesn't exist anywhere in the pack records — is darker than the eleven above it.Not by much. You wouldn't catch it unless you'd tried everywhere else first."It's the same pen," Morwen said. "It's the pen that lives on that desk.""I know.""So it means nothing.""It might mean that entry is younger than the ones above it.""Younger by how long?""That's the part I can't give you." I slid it back in the sle
ALICE’S POVI should have taken Lucian home.I should have picked him up, carried him away from this festival of false joy and false hope, and tucked him into bed with a story, a kiss, and a promise that tomorrow would be better.But I didn’t. Because Lucian wanted to see the fireworks. And I could
ALICE’S POVThe Blue Moon Festival was Lucian’s idea of heaven and my four-year plan of endurance.He’d been talking about it for weeks—the lanterns, the fireworks, the honey cakes from the booth near the stage. When he’d asked, he’d pressed both hands together like he was praying, eyes wide, and I
ALICE’S POVThe days that followed had a rhythm I didn’t trust.Benjamin came every morning. He actually sat at the table — something I still hadn’t gotten used to — and ate whatever I put in front of him. He returned every evening and stayed until Lucian’s eyes drifted shut.Four mornings in a row
ALICE’S POVBy the time I walked into the hospital room, I had composed myself completely. My face was set.Lucian was awake, sitting up in bed. His face brightened the moment he saw me."Mommy. You came back.""I came back." I lifted him into my arms. He smelled like baby shampoo, antiseptic, and







