Chapter 7 · free to read
The harbour spat us out at a Koli village six kilometres down the coast. Nets, salt, and people who remembered my father's name for all the wrong reasons.
Salt in the wound, literally. The woman who bound it would not take money, and would not say why.
A house my father erased before I was born. The war was older than I was, and I had walked into the middle of it wearing his face.
No engines. Nobody fishes with the lights off. They had found us before the sun was properly up.
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