I found Soran in the kitchen after the full table dinner.
Not by plan — I went to the kitchen because the kitchen was where I went, and he was there because the kitchen had become, over the days since his arrival, the place the compound's newer arrivals gathered when they needed somewhere without the weight of a decision hanging over it.
He was sitting at the island with a cup of tea that had gone cold.
"The documentation," he said.
"Luna showed you," I said.
"Yes." He held his mug. "The whole thing. From the beginning."
I sat across from him.
"And?" I said.
"And I've been carrying a story," he said, "that was incomplete." He looked at the cold tea. "The story I had — the girl who left Silver Creek, who I packed a bag to follow, who I've been wondering about since — that story ende
