LE
g back into the
he café like a knife. Her hands trembled around her coffee cup, and her eyes-th
ssants and chocolate smiles. But Luna wasn't here now. She was back at the apartment with Madame L
cup untouched and growi
my hand, her grip desperate. "You don't have to do thi
her face crumble when she saw the truth th
tasted lik
streams she didn't bother to wipe away. "Then let me
something goes wrong, if I don't-if we don't come back-I need y
olently. "Don't talk like that
I hated myself for it. "Promise me y
promise. God, Celeste, I promise. But you co
we both kne
looking back. If I look
as I packed. Smaller. Like it
she'd named Monsieur Hopps. My father's research journal, the leather cover worn soft from years of his ha
the mornings and nights and small p
rt. Her birth certificate. Her entire fabricated existence on crisp officia
were just
and smoke rose toward the ceiling like a departing soul. The ashes
was
leste r
agging Monsieur Hopps by one ea
face quickly and smiled. "I'm not c
we were going on an adventure. A special trip to help her feel
er close, breathing in the smell of her hair-stra
Will there b
big air
ere be n
ny new
er voice got smaller, and she looked up
ed. "Every single s
s to Seoul was thirt
athe and tried not to think about what I was doing. Tried not to imagine his face when he saw me. Tried not to remember
me, Celeste. I will
im wrong for
lking straig
A woman read a magazine. A child whined for snacks. They had no idea that the woman in seat 27B was carr
ing her life fo
His handwriting stared back at me-cramped and precise, every let
neural regeneration in test subjec
I'd paid it. I was
ess and distance. I pressed my forehead against the seat in fron
rk who baked star-shaped pancakes an
his plane into Incheon Airpor
ne ha
one c
ed Jae-won Choi once a
Celeste
of a d
f a dyin
turning to th
hts of Seoul spreading below us like a glittering web. Somewhere d
her eyes fluttering open.
r hand and
I whispered.

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