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The daughter. The one he hadn’t spoken to in six years. Mila didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.

She learned that Leo had a daughter he hadn’t spoken to in six years. He didn’t tell her why, and she didn’t ask. Some disms were too large to share, even with someone who understood the word. She learned that he still wore his wedding ring, though his ex-wife had remarried and moved to Florida. She learned that he cried easily but quietly, in a way that suggested decades of practice. The daughter

July 22: Found a bird on the sidewalk, still breathing but not moving. Stood there for five minutes. Didn’t know what to do. Walked away. Dism. She learned that Leo had a daughter he

“Good,” said Leo. “Then you’re ready for the next part.” She learned that he still wore his wedding

That winter, Priya moved out. She’d met someone, a woman named Jess, and they were getting a place together in the neighborhood with the good schools. Priya hugged Mila at the door and said, “You’ll find someone too.” It was meant kindly. It landed like a stone.

The man tilted his head. For a moment she thought he would laugh, or politely change the subject. Instead, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a worn leather notebook. He flipped through it, licked his thumb, stopped on a page.