INICIAR SESIÓN(Curtis POV)
I was at the table with the ledger when the door came open.
Not knocked, not the two taps that everyone who came to this house used, just opened, and I was on my feet before I had processed why because a door that opened without knocking in the Lowlands at this hour was either someone very familiar or someone very wrong, and Danny Reeves was neither of those things, he was suppos
(Curtis POV)Theo sat down at the far end of the table and I looked at him once and then looked at Danny and said, "Tell it again. From the beginning. All of it."Nobody argued.The room had reached that strange place where disbelief stopped sounding loud and settled into something heavier, something that made everyone instinctively cling to the smallest details because they were all that separated truth from nightmare.Danny looked at Theo and then at me and he told it again, slower this time because Bea had not arrived yet and his arm was not going anywhere and I needed him to go through it properly while the details were still in the order they had happened rather than the order his exhausted mind would start rearranging them in once the arm was seen to and the body started shutting things
(Curtis POV)I was at the table with the ledger when the door came open.Not knocked, not the two taps that everyone who came to this house used, just opened, and I was on my feet before I had processed why because a door that opened without knocking in the Lowlands at this hour was either someone very familiar or someone very wrong, and Danny Reeves was neither of those things, he was supposed to be in the northern borderland for another week at minimum, and he was standing in my doorway with his left arm held against his chest and his jacket torn at the shoulder and his face the color of old plaster.Jake was up from the counter in the same second."Danny," I said.He came through the door and his right hand was gripping something, a cloth bag,
(Theo POV)I sat in the back room for a long time.She had been carrying a child.She had been carrying it when she was in my house and when she stood in the staircase and when she was against the wall in the corridor with my hand on her wrist, and she had just told me, had finally said it out loud in the corridor after all the weeks of carrying it alone, and then my weight had shifted and she had stepped back and the staircase had been there.The child that was the reason she told Kai the Varden timeline. The child that was the reason she walked down the hill to Mira's kitchen in the rain. The child that was the reason she stood in the corridor and finally said it out loud after weeks of holding it, and then she had stepped back and there was nothing behind her foot.
(Theo POV)The market was open.It ran on Tuesday and Friday mornings on the main square, eight or ten stalls depending on the season, and this was a Tuesday, and the stalls were up and the square was busy in the way it was busy at mid-morning when the early shoppers had been replaced by the mid-morning ones and the conversations had had time to find their subjects.I went to the market because I needed bread and because it was on the way back and because going around it would have required an explanation to myself that I did not have the energy to construct.I went to Bea's stall first because Bea's was at the near end and had the bread I needed, the dark loaf that Curtis preferred, and Bea was behind the stall with her arms crossed and her grey hair under the cloth she wore for market days,
(Theo POV)I did not sleep.I lay on the bed in the back room in the dark with the work jacket folded on the chair in the corner and the sounds of Curtis's house settling around me, the creak of the old boards and the wind through the gap under the back door and the distant sound of Jake moving around in the kitchen before he went to wherever he slept, and I lay on top of the covers with my boots still on and looked at the ceiling and waited for the night to end.At some point I must have gone under because when I opened my eyes the light coming under the back room door was different, the grey-blue of early morning rather than the amber of the kitchen lamp, and I sat up and my neck was stiff on the left side and my mouth was dry and I sat on the edge of the bed in the grey light and put my hands on my knees and looked at the floor.
(Theo POV)I had stopped at the house first, the one I was still technically living in, unlocked the front door and gone through to the back room and taken the jacket off and looked at it and then folded it with the lapel facing inward so the stain was not visible and put it on the shelf at the top of the wardrobe behind the spare blanket. Then I put on the other jacket, the one I used for boundary work, heavier and older and not the jacket you wore when you were going somewhere that required it, and I went back out and locked the door and walked to Curtis's.The house was lit when I got there. I could see it from the end of the lane, the kitchen window warm and yellow in the dark, and I could hear voices when I was still ten meters away .I came through the door and Curtis looked up from the table and Jake looked up from the counter and Pete was on the bench with his boots off."Back," Curtis said."Back," I said.I hung the work jacket on the hook and went to the stove and put my ha







