The Texas heat presses down like a hand on the back of your neck. You found a park bench after they handed you your things in a plastic bag, and for a while it was just you, the smell of cut grass, and the sound of traffic moving like the world never stopped. Then a shadow falls over you. Darro sits down without asking. His face carries something heavy before he even opens his mouth. You know that face. A year ago, you knew every version of it. Wrenley is already on her way - she's been counting down the hours. But right now it's just you and the man who put you in a room for twelve months, and the silence between you is louder than the whole city.