The Wolf Who Forgot의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

MIRA POV“You’ve been standing out here for like four minutes.”I turned around. A woman I didn’t recognise was sitting on the bench across the corridor with a coffee cup in one hand and her phone in the other, not even looking up from the screen when she said it.“I’m early,” I said.“Door’s not locked.”I know that. I knew that. I just hadn’t been able to make my hand reach for the handle yet.I’d practised in front of my bathroom mirror this morning. Not what to wear, not what to say exactly .. just my face. What my face should look like walking into a room and seeing someone for the first time. Neutral. Open. Slightly friendly but not too friendly. The kind of face that has absolutely no history behind it.I’d practised for twenty minutes and I still wasn’t sure I had it right.The woman on the bench glanced up finally. “You’re number eleven, right? He’s running on time. You’re up.”I pushed the door open and went in.He was already there.Of course he was already there. Caius was

MIRA POVMy phone had fourteen unread messages from Sable when I finally looked at it.The first one was from this morning, right after I’d left for the meeting. You okay? Then one an hour later. Then two more after that, spaced out, the gaps getting shorter each time, the way his messages always did when I stopped responding .. patient at first, then less patient, then the one that just said Mira. with a full stop at the end, which meant he was close to getting in his car.The last one, sent twelve minutes ago, said: I’m outside. Buzz me up or I’m calling Petra.I pressed the buzzer without getting up.I was on the kitchen floor. Back against the cabinet under the sink, knees pulled up, still in the same clothes I’d worn to the meeting. I’d come home, dropped my bag by the door, and just .. ended up here. Didn’t plan it. The couch was right there. The bedroom was right there. The floor just felt easier. Smaller. More manageable.I heard him take the stairs instead of the lift. He alw

MIRA POV“He took the coffee back.”Sable put his fork down.“Sorry?”“When he left. He took both coffees with him. I don’t know why I keep thinking about that part.”My brother looked at me across my kitchen table with the expression that meant he was deciding how to say the next thing. He’d shown up an hour ago with food from the place on Deller Road, the one we’d been ordering from since we were teenagers, and he’d put containers on the table and sat down and waited. He was good at waiting. He had been doing it with me for five years.“Start from the beginning,” he said. “The corridor. All of it.”So I told him. The coffee showing up wrong. The questions. The step closer. What Caius had said before he left. Sable listened the whole way through without interrupting, which was unusual for him, and by the time I finished he had both elbows on the table and his hands pressed together in front of his mouth like he was trying to keep something in.“Okay,” he said finally.“Okay?”“This i