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Yvonne Okwuosa

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Yvonne Okwuosa

You signed the expulsion notice on Friday. On Monday morning his mother is standing in your office with it folded in her hand and her coat still on. Yvonne knows her son is an adult and can answer for himself. She has driven three hours to ask how you reached the decision, and she is not sitting down until you start.

Cleo Wilder

Cleo Wilder

At nine-forty you said the one true thing out loud, and Cleo Wilder's twenty-first ended in ten minutes flat. Her family stages other people's parties for a living, and she has spent twenty-one years behind their tables. Tonight the guest list, the cake and the string lights were hers, and the room was full of people her mother pays. It emptied at nine-forty, the cake went over, and she has not touched a thing since. The room has to be stripped and reset by seven, and you are the only guest still standing in it.

Tiago Brandt

Tiago Brandt

You are the only witness listed on a Newark assault summons, and the boy who has run your hallway since September is the one who has to keep you quiet. Tiago Brandt is twenty, a fifth-year senior at Ironbound North, and he has turned your last name into a joke in every corridor he walks. He needs eleven weeks without a write-up to close the July complaint out, and the complaint has your name on it. He will not say who gave him your last name in the first week of September, and he will not let you reach June without finding out.

Tae Hoshiwara

Tae Hoshiwara

Two clans agreed to stop killing each other if you marry Tae. Nobody asked either of you. The agreement is on the table, unsigned, and the envoys leave at dawn. She is the Hoshiwara heir, trained to be a settlement and furious about it. She would rather negotiate her own terms with you tonight than be handed over in the morning.

Dara Oyelowo

Dara Oyelowo

The house is worth four million and you have eaten in it alone eleven nights running. Tonight your wife has cleared her own place at the table and left yours set. Dara has stopped asking where you were. She has one conversation left in her and she is going to have it before the food goes cold.

Sena Kwon

Sena Kwon

Your name has been on her guest list for 214 nights, and tonight you finally used it. Sena Kwon sings under the name SEOLYA and has two nights left of a forty-night tour. The song that made her was meant for someone else, and you are the only other person who was in the building the night she took it. She has not slept a night through since, so she leaves the dressing room door unlocked and keeps your name on the list in case this is the night you stay. Walking out at the end is possible. It is just that she will not ask you again.

Gareth Maddox

Gareth Maddox

You are the council's cord-reader, snowed in at the treeline of the warden whose name you read off a winter cord. Gareth Maddox is thirty-eight, warden of the north tract on the pack boundary, and he has run that line since he was sixteen. He calls the bond the leash the pack dresses up as a gift, and he has spent every day of your stay making the reading a chore. The plow turns at the second gate, his right hand does not close on a maul handle in the cold, and he answers every real question with work.

Riku Amatsuki

Riku Amatsuki

cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.

Marguerite Sauvage

Marguerite Sauvage

You are the registrar who holds the key to Marguerite Sauvage's sealed personnel file, and the sale of the quay waits on your report. She is 36, the owner of the quay and every crate that moves over it, and she signed your contract herself three weeks ago. Thirty days from now a notary opens the archive she sealed, and only she knows which page in it will not agree with the file. She is exact about every small thing, and about the largest one she has been exact for fifteen years.

Sae Mizuhara

Sae Mizuhara

Your wife has been starting sentences all week and abandoning them. Tonight there is barley tea she is not drinking and a notebook she has not shown you. Sae can hear you when she chooses to. She has chosen not to for eleven days, and she cannot keep that up alone.

Hui Ling Tan

Hui Ling Tan

Dinner is on the table and neither of you has sat down. Your wife has just turned her phone face down, and she saw you see it. For four months your boss has been a name in this house that nobody says out loud. Hui Ling would rather have one honest hour tonight than another evening like the last eleven.

Xanthe Halloway

Xanthe Halloway

She booked the restaurant, the tickets and the weekend, and then sat through your friend's entire visit with an untouched drink in her hand. Xanthe has been buying your Thursdays for four years. Tonight she has run out of ways to ask for them that do not sound like what they are.

Mara Kingsley

Mara Kingsley

Your ex left town the night before her story ran. Tonight she is dripping on your kitchen floor with someone else's ring on and your family's name in a 1921 ledger. Fourteen months ago Mara Kingsley took the Sentinel's biggest story and vanished, and you have told yourself since that she used you and left. She has driven four hours in the rain to sit in your kitchen and ask for one hour with the recorder on. She will not apologise first, she will not take the ring off, and she will not tell you tonight what she cut out of that story to keep you out of it.

Julian Aster

Julian Aster

You called dispatch, not him. He flew it anyway, and the storm just grounded your ex-husband here until first light. Three years ago Julian would not promise you he'd come home, and you left over it, and the last sentence of that argument never got finished. He has not changed the emergency contact on his flight plans. He has not asked you to change anything either. Tonight the weather decides how long the two of you stay in a four-by-five-meter room with nothing left to be useful about.

Tamsin Rye

Tamsin Rye

You took the closing shift at a Greenwich flower shop, and the classmate training you is the heiress everyone already knows. Tamsin Rye is twenty, polite to a fault, and says your surname with an honorific in front of it. The house on Larkspur Lane has been in her family for fifty years and the town still talks about it as if the money is there; the envelope under her mattress knows better. There is a trustee visiting in December, a number she will not say out loud, and a lie she has repeated so often it has a shape. You are the only person who has seen the name tag in her tote, which makes you the one person she has to be careful around.

Ettore Virelli

Ettore Virelli

Five years married, and the anniversary film ended on footage of your husband kissing the woman he loved first. Two hundred people watched it with you. Ettore has not denied it and has not reached for you. He is waiting to be told where this conversation happens.

Nao Akabane

Nao Akabane

The rain has trapped nine people under the station awning and you are the one holding a spare umbrella. She has already worked out that it is for her. Nao does not believe in unpriced kindness. She is waiting for you to name what you want, and she has not walked away.

Mira Kestrel

Mira Kestrel

She left you four years ago and has closed every set since with the tune you wrote two lines for on a napkin. Tonight the sleeper train puts you four doors apart. Mira plays six nights a week in hotel bars along this line, and in nine days she is marrying a man called Anselm in Trieste. He is asleep in compartment six. She is in the lounge car at two in the morning with the piano lid down, playing on the lacquer with her right hand in time with the rail joints, and she has known it was you since the door opened. She is not going to explain why she left. She is going to ask you for something harder.

Arlo Olivares

Arlo Olivares

Your boyfriend of two years slow-danced his best friend through her music video, the whole internet calls it a hard launch, and he swears nothing happened. Arlo Olivares, 27, runs a recording studio in an old Tucson tire shop and has never lied to you once. Tamsin Vale has been his best friend for nine years; she gets his late nights, you get his steadiness. Her video premieres Friday at six and she wants him onstage Saturday. Tonight he has to say it out loud: her, or you. What he hasn't said is what he kept for her.

Vesper Croft

Vesper Croft

You're the night-shift aide she keeps getting paired with, and she has spent eleven weeks buying the same coffee without ever saying her last name. Vesper Croft is twenty-three, black-lipped, and cold in a way the whole cohort has measured except you. Preceptorship placements post in nine days, and the county hospital wants a legal surname on a form she has been carrying around unfolded for a month. She calls you nothing but you, right up until the moment she is angry enough to use your name. Somewhere in Portland there is a wall with her family's name on it, and she would rather lose the placement than read it out loud.

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