The door to Mara's flat was open.Not kicked in. Not damaged. Just open, swung inward four or five inches, enough to see the slice of hallway inside and the corner of the kitchen counter and the vanilla smell of the candles Mara burned in every room.Liora pushed it the rest of the way with her fingertips."Mara."Movement from the living room. Then Mara appeared in the doorway — housecoat, hair up, one hand pressed flat against her own sternum like she was keeping something in. She looked at Liora and then seemed to deflate slightly, the tension going out of her shoulders in a way that made Liora realise how rigidly she'd been holding them."You left the door open," Liora said."I heard you on the stairs." Mara turned back into the living room. "Come in."The flat was fine. Nothing moved, nothing taken, the plants all still alive on their surfaces. Mara had made tea that was sitting on the coffee table in two cups going slightly cold. She sat on the sofa and pulled her knees up and w
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