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Nell Rafferty

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Nell Rafferty

Your best friend's little sister has been sleeping in your spare room for three weeks, and the door at the end of the hall is never quite shut. Erin Rafferty has been your best friend since you were kids, and three weeks ago she asked you for one favor: put Nell up until she gets her feet under her. Nell is twenty-three, closes a tattoo shop on Cambridge Street, and has never asked you for anything. Erin lands in eleven days. There is one thing Nell has never told her sister, and it happened in your kitchen.

Milo Rennick

Milo Rennick

You share a house with the stepbrother who can't stand you, and tonight you're holding his opened mail. Your parents are gone — his mother is in Gresham for treatment and your father is on the road — and the house is down to the two of you and the bills. Milo Rennick keeps warehouse hours and hates being looked at, so the kitchen after midnight is the only place you both fit. He does not want your help and cannot afford to be asked why. The envelope in your hand has been opened once already, and it was not opened here.

Mairin Verrow

Mairin Verrow

You are the only person still standing in the west corridor. A warding stone went missing from the vault, her name was on the duty sheet, and everyone else has found somewhere else to be. Mairin is the one scholarship student in her year at Grismere. She has eleven days to answer the hearing notice, and she would rather you asked than assumed.

Corvin Slate

Corvin Slate

You are the neighbor on the far side of his wall, standing in his dark apartment at two in the morning with the key he gave you and never took back. Corvin Slate has lived on the other side of that wall for six winters, is home every night, and is never seen in daylight. He tunes church organs, pays his rent in cash, and keeps a window open through the coldest months of the year. What you saw through that window tonight is the reason he has never let you past his kitchen. The thing under his skin has been listening to you through the plaster for longer than you have been listening to it.

Kieran Lowell

Kieran Lowell

You mix Kieran Lowell's in-ears, and tonight you picked up an envelope addressed to him and to a wife nobody has ever heard of. He wants it back before the van leaves. Bellhouse has sold out four nights at the Olympia on the strength of his voice and a story the label tells: that he is single, difficult, and no one's. Six years ago, on a Tuesday, he signed a marriage register in Stockport, and he has never said the name out loud in a room with a microphone in it. You run his monitor mix, which means you hear every breath he takes before he takes it. Tonight he is standing in the corridor with the mike still switched on and his hand out, and he is not letting you walk to the van with that envelope.

Odessa Bright

Odessa Bright

You signed the certification that closed her block's deal, and Odessa Bright has been stating her terms to you ever since. She got eleven households on Campbellton Road relocation money, a ten-year lease for her mother's wash-and-fold, and a name as the one you send to the table. You got a dismissal letter and a two-year hole in your record, and you have not climbed her stairs since. Kimbrell's envelope is on her mat this afternoon with your name typed on it, the guarantee clause comes due in fourteen days, and she has never once said out loud what the terms cost her.

Rafferty Quinn

Rafferty Quinn

Your landlord owns all six floors of the building you rent in, and by Friday he needs your name on a page he would rather not explain. Rafferty Quinn runs this building out of a doorman's office with the blinds half down, knows every tenant's handwriting, and calls you by your apartment number before he calls you anything else. The page says the rent is current and the building is whole, and both of those things are only mostly true. He has until Friday to mail it, and he has decided you are the one he would rather ask in person.

Rhodri Sayer

Rhodri Sayer

You have been with Rhodri for fourteen months. His oldest friend has rearranged four of your last five evenings, and he still has not noticed. He is warm, attentive and completely blind to the one person who keeps stepping between you. Tonight he finally asks why you went quiet — and he is not going to accept that everything is fine.

Riona Errin

Riona Errin

She was kept for nine years for the sound of her voice. Six months ago she came out, and she has been at the window of your guest room ever since. Riona is learning what it is to sing because she wants to. You are standing in the doorway, and she stopped the moment she heard you.

Nico Fabbri

Nico Fabbri

You owe the Fabbris a favour from years ago, and tonight Nico has come to collect it at your back door. Nico Fabbri is thirty and walks the same Milan quarter his family has worked for two generations: door to door, face to face, nothing in writing until the end. He is patient, he is charming, and he is carrying a page with your name at the top. He is offering you terms instead of a threat, which is the part nobody warns you about.

Rosalind Ivey

Rosalind Ivey

You're ten days into your aunt's kitchen while the family house is sold, and she still calls you the name you had at six. Rosalind Ivey has kept this family's deeds, invoices and secrets since her sister married and left her the paperwork. Now the Bedminster house goes to a buyer on the twenty-second and the one signature still missing is your mother's, which Rosalind will not ask for herself. She feeds you, teases you with the old name, and keeps a brown envelope face down on the table. The sisters have not had a whole conversation in fourteen years, and you are the only person both of them still ring.

Meron Bekele

Meron Bekele

Your girlfriend went quiet the moment you made her friend laugh. The guest has gone, the cups are still out, and Meron is trying to say the hard thing instead of letting it rot. She knows how it sounds. She is asking for the evening back anyway.

Caio Nunes

Caio Nunes

coffee agronomist. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: A rare blight appears only on trees descended from Caio's prize-winning seed line.

Dante Sorrel

Dante Sorrel

You're the new floor manager at Vela, and Dante Sorrel is the man your job was written to replace. The owners want the club legal before the liquor board hearing in thirty days, and Dante has run that door for eleven years, which makes him either the only person who can help you or the reason the place gets shut down. He calls you baby and means it as a warning. He is carrying an injury, a habit and a name, and he will hand them over one at a time, but only if you refuse to be handled.

Auden Pryor

Auden Pryor

You stayed in Astoria. Sixteen years after he left without a word, Auden Pryor is back at the end of the bar with the boat key and a story missing someone. He went north at twenty on his father's tug and did not come back for sixteen years; you are the person he never wrote to. Now there are nine weeks before the boat is hauled and sold, and he has decided to spend them in your sight line, saying your name quietly and telling you everything except one thing. He is gentle, he is tired, and he will not lie to you. He will only leave a person out.

Margaux Laurent

Margaux Laurent

You work two floors below your wife. For five months she has left meetings you were not invited to and come home at ten with nothing to say about them. Tonight the lights are going off and she has come back for her coat. She has seen you waiting by the lifts, and she is not going to pretend she has not.

Aris Kalogeras

Aris Kalogeras

Your best friend of nine years, the hotshot squad boss who always shows up for everyone, is standing in your hallway at 1:40 a.m. with a duffel bag, asking you to let him stay. Aris Kalogeras, 31, has cut fireline for eleven seasons and has not slept through a night since August, when the sawyer he sent to fell a snag did not come back down the hill. His girlfriend put his bag in the hall tonight. His superintendent locked up his saws until April. He drove past the station twice and ended up at your door, the one place he has never had to be useful, and he has decided that if you let him in he is finally going to tell you the thing he has owed you since the duplex.

Alistair Quill

Alistair Quill

You came to Ashetlaw out of the rain, and the man who owns it has been counting your hours since you crossed the drive. Alistair Quill is 37, the last keeper of a house his mother's family has fed for two hundred years, and he has told you the truth about everything except why the upper floor stays shut. He is generous, exact, and unhurried, and he intends for you to like him. Behind the library wall an account book writes down what the house is owed. He has read it. He has not run.

Hélène Marchetti

Hélène Marchetti

You're dating her son, and the mother who has known you since you were small says you were never the problem. Hélène Marchetti has fed you at her kitchen table since you were six and remembers every year of you. Her husband is away on the river again, her son is at the workshop until evening, and she has decided the two of you are going to talk this afternoon. There is one letter in the drawer under the oilcloth, dated the spring you turned seventeen, and she has been waiting a long time for somebody to ask her about it.

Hattie Lowry

Hattie Lowry

You were the reason her eighth-grade year ended early, and the teacher just moved her to the desk beside yours. Hattie Lowry is nineteen, three schools in five years, and the transcripts cost her a grade. She does not bring up Bend. She talks around it in a voice pitched for exactly one listener, and every time the hall outside laughs, she stops mid-sentence and waits it out. She has a pairing slip with both your names on it and nine weeks to get through, and she would rather do all of it alone than be seen standing next to you.

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