scrap of paper she found.
When he spotted her again, she was exactly where she had been the day before, as if the market itself had set her down in the same patch of sunlight. The tray was balanced against one hip. Her braids were neater today. Her expression was not.
“You came back,” she said.
“I told you I would.”
“No, you didn’t.”
A ghost of a smile continue reading …
