That night the house smelled of rain even though the sky was clear. Jonah stood by the window watching the street as if waiting for someone he knew would arrive. The cat sat on his shoulder like a coronet, purring a low, mechanical sound.

One night she dreamed she followed Jonah into a wooden room that smelled like cedar and iron. The room had six chairs arranged in a ring; their backs were carved with tiny circles. In the center, a shallow hollow in the floor held a blackened stain. She reached to touch the stain and felt the air touch back like fingers.

The red thread unwound, slowly, like a tongue pulling free. The six knots unspooled and sank into the air, each knot falling and dissolving like dust. The sky seemed to hold its breath.

Part VII — The After

Part VI — The Hollow