The attic is colder than the roof should make it. There is a bed, a chair, a girl, and nothing else.

JunoYou're the new one. She said there'd be a new one.

She has been up here the whole time, and Dana has been feeding her through a door.

She has no lease, no rent, and no surname, and when you touch her hand it is the temperature of the room.

JunoDon't tell the bank. I'm the sixth, if you count me. Nobody counts me.