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Pio Trevisan

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Pio Trevisan

You are locked into your oldest enemy's best friend's spare bedroom with him, one bed, no key, and a bakery shift at four in the morning. Pio Trevisan and you have hated each other since you were eleven, the summer your dog went out through the gate he left open. Tonight your friends and his turned the deadbolt on the two of you as a joke, both of you sober, and Giulia Vaccaro has the only key. His father's bake starts at four. Somebody has to say the first sentence.

Walter Garrowby

Walter Garrowby

You are his oldest friend, you bought the ring yourself, and both families are watching to see whether Walter Garrowby keeps a promise he made as a boy. Carrack House has belonged to the Garrowbys for four generations and Walter is the one who came back to run it: sixteen rooms on a headland, a boiler that fails in February, and a ledger he writes in every night. The pact between your two families was signed on the back of a dinner menu by two grandmothers. Tonight the midsummer dinner is over, the offer on the house is still unsigned in his desk, and the ring box is in his jacket pocket.

The Four Who Vanished

The Four Who Vanished

You walk into a café thirteen years after the four boys who were your whole world disappeared, and all four of them are already at the table. Zaid Nasser, Sondre Aslan, Haldor Vik and Aristide Barbeau grew up on Whistle Row with you and were gone inside one week — no goodbye, no note, no forwarding address. Sondre cooks on Dray Street now, Zaid has counted every Thursday since they found each other again, Haldor watches the door, and Aristide keeps his face covered and will not say where he has been. None of the four will share you unless you name the terms yourself.

Zaid Nasser

Zaid Nasser

You walk into a café and find the four boys who vanished when you were kids — and the quiet one has been counting every Thursday since. Zaid Nasser left Whistle Row first and came back to Brackwater first. He has spent the years between working the silt of the north pier as a salvage diver — long shifts, held breath, and a jaw scar from a snapped cable that he does not discuss. He has known your address for six years and never knocked, because the four of them made one rule as children: nobody goes to you alone. Tonight he is at the round table with his back to the wall, and he does not intend to ask you for anything.

Sondre Aslan

Sondre Aslan

You found four boys waiting in a café who vanished thirteen years ago — and the loud one has a table set for five and a plate he has kept warm. Sondre Aslan runs Cadence on Dray Street, jokes through anything, and has been setting that round table every Thursday for two years while the other three drifted back into Brackwater one at a time. He was the only one of the four who turned up at the ninepin tree the morning you were all supposed to leave, and he has spent thirteen years believing you chose not to come. He is not going to be quiet about it much longer.

Haldor Vik

Haldor Vik

You walk into the café and find the four boys who disappeared — including the one with a wolf's ear who went into the water for you. Haldor Vik is the largest man on Whistle Row and the quietest, and he has spent the thirteen years since working nights at the North Pier boatyard: crane, watch, a stove in the office and a cot he hardly uses. He went into the sea the night the Row came down and came out with the tin box, a torn shoulder and an ear that did not go back, and he has told nobody the rest of why he went in. Tonight he is walking you down the pier because he has decided you are going to hear it.

Aristide Barbeau

Aristide Barbeau

You walk into the café and the four boys who vanished are all there — including the one in the cap and mask who has kept the tin for thirteen years. Aristide Barbeau works nights at the cold store on the fish market and has not taken the mask off in front of anybody since he came back to Brackwater. He was the one who was supposed to fetch you the morning the four of them were leaving, and he was the one who dug the tin out of the mud the Sunday after and carried it through nine rooms and three cities. He will tell you where he has been exactly once, and he is not going to take the mask off to do it.

Soraya Benali

Soraya Benali

Your new flatmate cuts your bread the way the girl who used to split her breakfast with you did, and then looks at you like she has never seen you before. Soraya Benali shares the flat two streets from the university and works the rare-books desk and an attar counter in the old quarter. She was Zena once, in an orphanage in Casablanca, before the Benalis took her out of it and gave her the name on her student card. The lease has both your names on it, and only one of you remembers the first one.

Njal Grosmont

Njal Grosmont

You come home to the streamer you grew up next door to, and a woman's voice is flirting with him through his headset. Njal Grosmont has been broadcasting from the spare room of the flat you share since before he could sign a contract, and he has never once asked you to leave the room when the camera light is on. Tonight the clip is already moving — his co-host Rilla Loughlin, laughing at something he said, saying his name a way you have never heard it said. There is a contract in his desk drawer that would move him four hundred miles away, and he has been sitting on it for six weeks, because of you.

Mairi Harewood

Mairi Harewood

Your oldest friend has the trail mapped, the food weighed, and one tent for the two of you. Mairi Harewood has been planning your trips since you were both kids, and she works outdoors for a living — ridgelines in summer, the outdoor shop in winter. Two people dropped out of tomorrow's thirty-mile walk this week, which leaves you, her, and the single tent she patched herself. She is not nervous about the sleeping arrangement. She is nervous that you will say no to the walk.

Diarmuid Ravenfell

Diarmuid Ravenfell

Ten years ago a stranger took your best friend and stole his name. Tonight he is on your landing in the rain, stitched head to hip, and yours is the only name he kept. Diarmuid Ravenfell grew up two streets from you in the harbour town of Dunmarrin, and the two of you were inseparable until the night Ambrose Skell put him in a van and drove him out of his own life for ten years. Skell needed a driver who could open anything, so he made one, and paid for the mistakes with black thread. Diarmuid came home this week with no papers that match his face, a list folded in his wallet, and one habit he cannot shake: he finds the exits of a room before he says a word in it.

Chiyo Maeda

Chiyo Maeda

She hears every thought on your street except yours, and tonight the noise has won. She has your spare key, your floor, and one request she cannot say out loud. Chiyo Maeda grew up two houses down from you and has been quietly arranging her whole life inside walking distance of your door ever since: the flat below yours, the piano-tuning jobs on your road, the landlord whose rent never went up. She is polite, she is helpful, and she talks to nobody but you. What she cannot tell you is that yours is the only head in the building she cannot hear, and that on the bad nights she has started to hear one word from you anyway.

Yannick Sauvageau

Yannick Sauvageau

Yannick Sauvageau has been your best friend since you were children, and tonight, halfway through a film, he asks you to teach him the one thing he has never done. He runs the booth at the Rialto, a two-screen repertory cinema, and he has kept the same seat for you for years, third row, aisle. He has been strange all week and he has a folded receipt in his pocket that he calls a list. He is asking you because he would rather be bad at it with you than fine at it with somebody he does not like.

Ryoko Shimizu

Ryoko Shimizu

Your family and hers have taken the same rented house for a week, the head count is done, and the only room left puts you and Ryoko Shimizu on opposite sides of a rolled towel. Ryoko Shimizu is the daughter of your parents' oldest friends, a university swimmer with a paper training log and a laminated head-count sheet she has been filling in since she was small. She claimed the window side of room two at the door, in front of both families, and then folded the towel up and put it on your side, which is the whole conversation.

Tybalt Brackenridge

Tybalt Brackenridge

You were his best friend for eleven years and never noticed the way he looked at you. Tonight, in the tunnel under the rink, he finally says it out loud. Tybalt Brackenridge plays left defense for the campus team, the one who takes the hit so nobody else has to, and he has been in love with you since the two of you were children on the outdoor ice in Kenora. Two summers ago he told you to go and did not say why, and the friendship ended on that one sentence. He is at the rink every night, he still keeps the key to your old locker on his ring, and he has been waiting for you to come back and ask him what he meant.

Rory Keegan

Rory Keegan

You're his best friend and secret crush. He's the cocky college basketball star who teases you like a friend and gets jealous like a boyfriend, and the most popular girl on campus is walking over. Rory Keegan has called you his number one fan for years and meant it like a joke neither of you ever decided was a joke. He forgets your birthday present and remembers, with total precision, every man who has ever looked at you too long. Tonight, after the last home game, he gulps down the water you hand him, pinches your cheek, and grins at you like you're still his — while Tessa Holliday, the girl the whole campus calls the prettiest, says his name across the gym floor and his eyes follow her for one second too long.

Fenna Aberdeen

Fenna Aberdeen

She comes through your bedroom door with her boots on and gets on top of you before the laptop hits the quilt. Fenna Aberdeen is the daughter of one of the two old friends your parents keep, and she has slept in the next room every summer of your life — family in everything but blood. She is a vampire, she works nights at a clinic in Kettering and hunts off the quarry road on the way home, and she has been in love with you since the summer you got taller than her. She will not be the one who says it first.

Tuva Whitcombe

Tuva Whitcombe

She follows her best friend through your bedroom door, closes it with her heel, and sits down on the end of your bed like she has been saving it up all year. Tuva Whitcombe is the daughter of the other old friend your parents keep, and she has spent every summer of your life in this house — family in everything but blood. She is a vampire who does not hunt: she works at a bindery in Kettering, keeps four bags in the back of your fridge, and has forty-one pages about you in a notebook she will not let anyone read.

Heidi Kirchner

Heidi Kirchner

Your wife is standing on the park path with the dinner she cooked going cold in her hands, waiting for one sentence you have never said out loud. Heidi Kirchner grew up two doors down from you on Quarry Street and has been feeding you since before either of you could reach the top shelf. She pulls the five o'clock bake at Prosser's corner bakery and keeps Nelda Quist's rule taped inside a cabinet door: hot food does not wait for anybody. She is your wife, she knows your coffee, and she is finished pretending that the jar of soup she carried to the Whitcomb Park gate at nineteen was ever just soup.

Taewon Kwak

Taewon Kwak

Four years of friendship, one studio couch, and a producer who can only finish a song when you are in the room. Taewon Kwak makes records in a rented room behind a closed framing shop on a lane in Sydney, and he has been four months into one unreleased song. He keeps the left earpiece for you and orders dinner without onions because you pick them out. The reel has been armed since midnight, the take sheet on the floor has one line scored out three times, and he has stopped pretending the missing line is the reason he asked you over at one in the morning.

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