POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
The train north took forty minutes.
Yessica spent most of it with her face against the window, watching Edinburgh give way to countryside — brown fields, low sky, the particular gray of a Scottish Sunday.
Her father's address was in her pocket.
She'd grown up in this suburb. Left at eighteen for university. Left again at twenty-four for New York, for Lewis, for a life she'd spent three years trying to fit herself into like a body into the wrong-sized coat.
Coming back felt like a word she didn't have yet.
Theron Lockwood answered the door before she knocked.
He must have been watching from the window.
He looked older. Sixty-two, but with the eyes of someone who'd spent the last decade carrying quiet grief. Her mother's death. Her absence. Three ye
