He ran to her.
They collided in the center of the bomb-torn street. Roman stumbled backward, clinging to her. He would have lost his balance if she hadn’t used her strength to hold him upright.
“I believe I’m quite good at this,” Iris said. She pressed her face to his neck, chuckling to hide the sob in her words.
Roman held her close, feeling her chest rise and fall with her breath. He remembered the golden field of Avalon Bluff. The way she had sprinted to him, pressing him down to the earth. Covering his body with her own to protect him.
“And what’s that, Winnow?” he said. “I have an entire laundry list of things you’re good at doing.”
Iris laughed again. A beat later, she leaned back to meet his gaze, rain gleaming on her face.
“At taking you by surprise, Kitt.”
{54}
Dear Iris
THREE MONTHS LATER
Iris stood before her flat, holding an empty box. She had been delaying this for weeks, preoccupied by far too many other important things that needed her attention. But she knew it was finally time. She needed to go through her things, deciding what to keep and what to leave behind before she sold the flat. It was time to sort through her mother’s belongings, as well as Forest’s.
“We don’t have to do this today,” Roman said. He stood close beside her, their arms touching. The wedding ring shone on his left hand, a silver band to match her own. He also carried an empty box, although Iris knew she wouldn’t be able to fit her entire life into two crates.
“I know,” she said, gazing up at the sky as storm clouds rolled in. The first few drops of summer rain began to fall, sizzling on the hot pavement beneath her boots. “But I don’t want to put it off any longer.”
She smiled at Roman, to ease the crease of worry in his brow.
“Together, then?” he said.
“Yes, together,” Iris agreed.
They headed into the shadows of the flat just as the storm broke.
* * *
Iris went through her belongings in her room first because it would be easiest. She thought she would struggle to leave things behind, like she was surrendering ghost after ghost. But it was more liberating than she had anticipated.
She kept a few of her favorite skirts and sweaters. Her boots from the trenches. A pearl bracelet that had been her nan’s. All her books, and the horse figurine that had once graced her desk at the Gazette. Her typewriter was already in the new flat she and Roman were leasing, as well as most of her essentials.
In many ways, it felt like she had finally outgrown the skin that had been her childhood. With every object she left behind, it split a little more, until she suddenly felt like she could take a full breath. It was okay for her to leave behind the sofa and the old teacup her mother had used as an ashtray. The sideboard with all the melted candles from powerless nights. The painting on the wall that Iris had always hated because it made her sad every time she looked at it.
When she stepped into Forest’s room, which had belonged to their mother before him, the two crates were full.
“Let me find another box,” Roman said.
He left the front door open, so Iris could hear the rain. The flat soon smelled like petrichor, and the fragrance steadied her heart and her hands as she began to go through her brother’s belongings.
He didn’t have much. Growing up sleeping on the sofa and sharing a wardrobe with his sister had given him no choice but to be content with little. But he did have a leather messenger bag at the foot of the bed.
With a sigh, Iris opened it.
She let the contents spill out over the mattress. She hated how it felt like she was snooping until a letter drifted from the bag, settling on the mattress. It was folded, written on yellow work paper. Little Flower, the outside read, in Forest’s messy handwriting.
Iris stared at the letter, thunder rumbling in the distance. When her heart finally quieted, she picked up the paper and sat on the floor to read it.
Dear Iris,
I have a confession: your friend Sarah has been visiting me. Or, I have been inviting her to stay for dinner. At first, I thought you had put her up to it, to check on me while you’re away. But then I realized that she is just as lonely as me. We both miss you, so, in a sense, you have brought us together.
I have another confession: I went to the doctor, like you asked me to. I realize now that I had no need to be afraid of my scars. There was no need for me to be afraid to tell the doctor the true story of what happened to me. I don’t know why it fills me with shame, but it still does. I’m hoping it fades in time.
Maybe one day I will write it all down. I think I’d like to tell you everything. But for now, I am content just to share these words with you. I hope you know how proud I am of you, and how I think you are brave, returning to the front. I want to tell everyone I pass on the street that you’re my sister. That Iris E. Winnow of the Inkridden Tribune is my sister.
Come home soon, Little Flower. I can’t wait to see you again.
Love, your brother,
Forest
She hadn’t understood why she had waited so long to spread Forest’s ashes, but now she did. She had been waiting for his words. For his letter to find its way into her hands.
Iris had given their mother’s ashes to the field of Avalon Bluff. And she decided somewhere in the east would be more fitting for her brother. A place that was green and promising, with hills that never seemed to end.
Tobias drove her, Attie, and Roman kilometers north of Oath. There was a hill, he told her, that made it seem like you were the only one in the world when you stood upon it.
Iris climbed it alone, carrying the urn with Forest’s ashes.
It wasn’t a steep hill, but the grass was long and verdant from summer storms, and wildflowers bloomed, thick and dusted with pollen. When Iris reached the crest, she was awed by the sight that unrolled before her. Valleys and sparkling creeks. Patches of evergreens and birch trees.
“I think I’ve been here before,” she whispered to the wind, remembering the place Enva had showed her in the dream. A goddess she might never see again, but who Iris knew still walked the streets of Oath in disguise.
Iris opened the urn.
She held it for a breath before turning it over. Eyes burning, she watched Forest’s ashes spill into the breeze, becoming part of the land. The pines and the grass, the vales and the streams. Iris would have been content for a while, standing in ankle-deep wildflowers, but then she felt the first drop of rain on her face, mingling with her tears.
Another summer storm was billowing in, and Iris hurried back down the path to the road, where Tobias, Attie, and Roman waited. The roadster shone bright as a newly minted coin, even with all its dents and marks and flecks of mud from the road.
Iris slid into the back seat with Roman, while Attie sat up front with Tobias.
“Where to next?” Tobias asked, cranking the motor.