Kaori Saejima -2021- -

Behind the table stood a figure in a long coat, face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. The figure did not move as Kaori approached. The only sound was the rain against the cracked window high above.

She pulled on her coat. It was too large—her mother's, from a decade ago, the wool frayed at the cuffs. She did not own an umbrella. She did not own a phone that worked. Kaori Saejima -2021-

Outside, the rain fell on Nagasaki like a held breath finally released. Behind the table stood a figure in a