When he was done recounting

Maybe Shachaf knew what he was going to do, because Zamir found the note shortly after.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Zamir pulled the note out of his pocket again, to look at them once again. Raz whistled. Haven followed suit, having dozed off at some point during Zamir’s short recollection, but waking up with Raz’s vocals.

“Yer family sounds fucked up.”

He put the paper back with a snort. “That is one way of putting it, Raz.”

“Did you think he might be happier off wherever he’s decided to go?”

Zamir had not. That wasn’t the point. The point was that his brother just up and left on him. “I’m not the rest of our family.”

Raz shrugged, leaning back. “Yeah, I guess.”

Maybe Zamir should have done something sooner. Maybe he should have just said it straight out. He would have to do that when he found Shachaf.

If he did.

Time to tell a story

“Do you want to hear a story?”


Not the usual answer from her daughter. “Oh?”

The girl whipped out a self made sword, out of paper towel rolls and origami paper. “I’mma make one!”

The mother watched with interest. “Are you? Mind telling me how?”

“I’m going to go save some nobility and become a hero?”

She nodded at her daughter’s words. “That would work. What if there are no nobles in trouble?”

That didn’t slow her down. “Then I’ll get ’em in trouble first!”

While that was nice and all, none of that would put her to bed. Reluctantly, the mother convinced her such adventures were best left to the morning.