Clara came to Lisbon in June with a new haircut and a secret.
The haircut was easy — shorter than before, something she'd decided on in Porto, which she described to Camila in the kitchen on her first morning with the energy of someone who had made a decision about themselves and was satisfied with it.
The secret took three days.
It emerged on a Sunday afternoon, while Daniel was at Helena's and they had the flat to themselves for a few hours, which was a rare enough occurrence that it felt like a gift the city had decided to give them. They were on the small balcony with coffee and the remnants of lunch, and Clara was quiet in the way she was quiet when something was sitting in her.
"Mamã knows already," Clara said.
Camila looked at her.
"I haven't told her," Clara said quickly. "Sh
