[SERA — POV]
On Saturday she went to her uncle's storage unit.
She'd been planning it for three days without acknowledging she was planning it. She told herself she was retrieving some equipment she'd stored there, which was also true — she did have equipment in there. But she was also looking for a violin case.
The storage unit was in the basement of the Flame district's administrative building. She'd had access to it since she was nineteen. It smelled like every storage space everywhere — dust and the particular silence of things waiting.
She found the equipment. She found other things — a box of her father's books that the Order had passed on when she'd joined, which she'd never opened, which she opened now and found three novels with his handwriting in the margins, and she held the
