“I rang Enzo and asked him to make it for you. It’s a one-off because he has never made one before, and I have made him promise to make no more.” He gives me a smile that seems almost tender. “It’s a rarity like you, Wren, and the bird has your graceful lines and the bright eyes you have for everything in the world.” He pauses. “Do you like it?” he asks again. I sniff. “Like it? I love it. I’ll look after it.” He strokes my hair back from my face. “And maybe when you look at it, you will think of me a little, yes?” His voice is wistful, as if he can’t imagine being so important to me. But I
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