Chapter Six: Tai
I left Fionn’s studio in a disoriented frame of mind.
I felt… happy. Oddly so. Fionn hadn’t been friendly, by any means — she hadn’t been so chilly to me since the day we first met. But she hadn’t extracted my eyeballs with a dessert spoon, either. I emerged intact, entrails safely on the inside where they’re supposed to be, and Fionn hadn’t looked more than vaguely tempted to rectify that situation.
In fact, for a moment or two here and there, we’d forgotten the weight of years and regrets and talked almost normally. The way we used to.
And now I had her number, and a reason to sometimes call it.
Mearil’s continued absence was a fist around my heart, slowly tightening, and Fionn’s news had made that much worse; but Fi herself… I stepped out of her building smiling.
