understand before we pretend we’re safe just because we made it back to York.”~

make sense of what had happened, but because the journal opening the way it had didn’t feel like something meant for me alone.

“If he wrote something there that connects to tonight,” I said, still watching her rather than the page, “I think we probably need to know what he thought we were meant to

for the book. “So what is it about Closeburn that matters enough for that to happen now, after everything that’s already followed us through the night?”

The question felt steadier than anything else I’d managed to say since we came through the door, not because I thought the answer was going to

just looking at the handwriting the way I always did when Da left something half-explained on a page and expected us to understand later.

“You saw what page that was before I did,” I went on, lifting my eyes back to her because the reaction had been written all over her face even before she reached

“She told me to come back to you,” I said more quietly, because that part still didn’t sit anywhere sensible in my head no matter how many times I turned it over. “Not home. Not anywhere else. You.”

The journal lay open where it had landed and I leaned forward a little, not touching it yet,

floor instead of somewhere out in that fog, which is more than I was expecting an hour ago.”

I dragged my sleeve across my face without really noticing I was doing it, still half expecting the smell of smoke and damp stone and Mam’s perfume to be there instead of carpet and whisky.

didn’t think either of us was pretending it was.

“I think we made it back here,” I said at last, my voice still rough from the cold and the running and the way my lungs hadn’t quite decided they were finished panicking yet. “We got through the door, we came up the stairs, and we’re sitting on your

lying open between us kept pulling my attention back to it, the pages still faintly unsettled on the carpet as though the movement that carried them there hadn’t quite finished passing through the air. Nothing about it felt accidental, and after everything that had already happened that night I

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~For a few seconds I didn’t answer her, not because I didn’t understand what she was asking but because the question itself felt heavier than the room we were sitting in. The journal

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apart in my chest, tears burning hot down my face. Raine pressed her back to the door and sank with me, her shoulders trembling.

“We made it back,” I whispered.

And for the first time all night, I let myself believe we might survive until morning.~

on the table. The fireplace was lit, and a stack of extra blankets and pillows waited on the bed. It was the small mercy waiting for us that finally got to me.

And that was it.

The second the latch clicked behind us, my strength gave out. I slid down the wall to the carpeted floor, breath breaking

twice what they should. Each step is a battle. Each landing was a place where I nearly folded. But Raine’s grip never loosened. And mine didn’t either.

She got the key into the door on the second try. The room opened, lamplight on, trays already inside, steam curling from dishes, bottles sweating

and uneven, tugging me toward the entrance. We weren’t walking so much as dragging ourselves forward, two bodies running on fumes and fear.

Inside, the lobby glowed warm, the air soft and steady. Safe and ordinary enough that it too felt like a warning. We climbed the stairs like our bones weighed

braking hard. For a moment I felt like the car threw us out, like it had carried us exactly as far as it could before it decided it wanted no part in whatever followed. I half expected it to drive itself away once we were out.

Cold air slapped my face as I got out. Raine was already moving, fast

Sorted. Something normal for once.”

York rose around us like a city finally remembering how to be itself. Streetlamps steady. Windows familiar. No shadows moving wrong, no fog curling like fingers. Just roads and rain and the hollow ache behind my ribs.

Raine pulled up outside the Guy Fawkes Inn,

“Hiya. We need like, all of the food, drinks, something pharmaceutical, et cetera, sent up to the room. Whatever you’ve got. It’s been a night.” Raine spoke the room number without looking away from the road.

“We’ll bring it up straightaway.”

I hung up, let the phone fall into my lap. “There.

“Raine (@romanticraine.bsky.social)… your phone’s back,” I murmured, voice cracking on the edges.

It stayed on. Solid. Normal.

I pressed the call button for the Guy Fawkes Inn. It rang through cleanly, no distortion, no static, nothing strange.

“Front desk, how can I help?"

night was still clinging to me like wet fabric, heavy and cold. The wipers dragged across the glass in tired strokes as the country road blurred past, and the silence in the car felt thick enough to choke on.

Then, without warning... the screen lit up. Bright. Sudden

Alive.

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