Sia remembered fire. Not the one that nearly consumed her, not the one that licked the edges of her childhood, but the one she hadn’t meant to touch, the one everyone else claimed she had. Thunder Bay had a way of twisting the truth until it was unrecognizable, and she was learning to move through its smoke without getting caught. She came and went through the city like a shadow, a ghost no one could pin down. She had survived too many things for people to understand what she carried, and she had no intention of explaining herself to anyone.