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Some sense of old mischief makes June give a false name when she books an appointment at Marcus' law firm. She wants the upper hand. He might not even connect this woman with crows wrinkles and laughter lines with the woman he knew before.

She comes dressed smart in a business suit, with hair tied back in a loose bun and strides through the door to Marcus' office, barely waiting for the secretary to finish announcing her.

"They say you are the best lawyer in the city when you have someone trying to sue you."

One night can shake the foundations of a life. Katya will never forget the unearthly screams when Hannah discovered her husband's body. In the outpouring of grief she heard the woman tell her daughter Julie that this was all her fault. It made her uneasy in a way that she couldn't explain. Especially, when there was little sign of the girl for the next while.

It made her wish that her bird form was just a little less inconspicuous so that she could fly past her neighbour's window and perch there. One night when she was considering taking the risk, she went to her own window and.....she was sure she sleeping as she twitched her curtains and saw Casper, hovering there, wings glowing. It made no sense. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. The image hadn't vanished.

She drew back. Awed.

When she eventually fell asleep that night, those wings feature in her dreams.

The flying trip is delayed by a few days due to the events going on but on Sunday, she is waiting for Casper, sitting in the tree.

The eagle circles one final time over the trees, wings stretched to their full. Freedom at its best. There is a slow spiralling dissent onto a tree in the middle of the forest. Moments later the eagle vanishes, and there is blond woman sitting in its place. Katya settles down on the study branch, swinging her legs while she reaches for the backpack she left there earlier.

She ties her hair back and slides the old faithful baseball down shading her face. Well, back to be landlocked for another day or so. She rips open a Mars bar with her teeth and toasts the skies and spits the wrapper to the ground cursing her employers at the circus.

If she could have her way, she would live in the forest where she could fly every day and ignore the rest of the world.

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