na's

didn'

ff, and his fists were

cliff," Lucian asked, st

rbor...You walk much too fast for a man

satchel a

until she has seen

ler with him in it. He glanced at the candle and the scattered notebooks before lo

. "These are the pages that you hid from

o right to

rother, and I have watched you

dangerous whisper. "Put them

I will give

lt unsteady, but I forced myself to keep walking. Bo

me to see them?

e. I want you to see them so that my brothe

is c

are cruel, and you will

le. It did not look like the fear of a liar who had been caught. It looked like

u hide these re

said. "I was afraid of

k that I mus

r a long moment, he said nothing. When he f

hen. I will w

ot have t

try to explain, and I w

he rain. The door swung shut behind him. I heard his boots cru

d me before

as much time as you need, an

he latch click

hel. Rain beat against the roof with a steady, hollow rh

of photographs tied with twine. I untied

rl with long dark hair and a

ol beside a tall girl with black hair and bright, dark eyes. One showed Nadia and me laughing outside the

myself. I rec

cognize the

been watching from a distance. The candle hissed

backs in small black ink. Some were from last month, others f

looked younger and ha

through all those years

s down carefully and reached beneath them for

r at the house where I had been born. Thin pencil lines connected the locations in a tangled web, while

found a small drawing

he lines were soft and careful, and the eyes had been re

en a name in the same careful ha

ci

s smiling, and I could not remember the last time I had smiled

t. I could not tell wheth

he edges, and tape held the spine together. I lifted it out with both hands and placed it be

t to the f

by neat columns of notes. Every entry was written in the handwriting I had come to know so

e was dated f

ed a singl

arch for The

he words unti

nd small crosses. The entries described long walks along the coast and visits to e

een the ages of twelve and fifte

underlined

nown my name when nobody else in the world could say it. He had followed m

t settled in

g, but why had he hidden a search that lasted five years?

ntry. Someone had crossed it out so violently that the pen had torn t

t read the

hat price he had s

the final ent

, and the handwriting belonged to Lucian. The sentence was short,

d turne

he signal house, and she will

up at t

ark shapes standing at the edge of the cliff.

nd pressed my hands f

ian had written my mor