SERENA POV
"How does it feel?" Yuna asked from the doorway.
I was sitting at my desk. The archive was open on the screen in front of me. The office smelled like fresh coffee, new paper, and the distinct cleanliness of a space that had been waiting for its occupant to return. Downstairs, my name was already back on the building directory.
"Like putting on a jacket that fits," I said.
Yuna came in, sat across from me, and set a coffee on the desk—my exact order. She looked at the corner of the desk. "The nail. You kept it."
I looked at the old, slightly bent piece of iron. I had placed it there the moment I sat down. "Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I built something with nothing," I said, looking at her. "I want to remember that I can."
Yuna nodded slowly, picked up her coffee, and went back
