It was a Tuesday when Cassie moved in. She could remember the day because it was raining and she had not brought an umbrella.

The shed was behind what used to be the Eco-Park's central dome. The dome itself was a skeleton of steel ribs and cracked glass panels, half-hidden by kudzu and the real Ohio weeds that had found their way through the cracks. Inside, the artificial palms stood like ghosts—fiberglass trees painted green, their needles brittle and yellow, their roots bolted to concrete that was now buckling from below.

Cassie had found the shed by accident. She had been walking, because walking was what you did when you had nowhere to be and nowhere to go. The chain-link fence around the park had a gap near the north edge, wide enough for a person or a small animal. Cassie was neither. She was just a person who had stopped pretending otherwise.

The shed had a door, a lock that did not work, and a floor that was mostly dry. Inside: some old garden tools, a stack of cracked flower pots, and a sleeping bag that someone had left months ago and forgotten. Cassie dragged the sleeping bag to the corner and unrolled it. She set down her bag—a duffel with three changes of clothes, a toothbrush, and a photograph of her and her daughter that she had taken down from the wall before she left.

She sat on the sleeping bag. She listened to the rain. Somewhere inside the dome, a sprinkler head activated, sprayed water in a wide arc, and missed every plant by several feet.

Cassie almost laughed. Almost.

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