Free—Acha liked that word for how it snagged at consequences. “Free” could mean unburdened, or it could mean abandoned. It could be the price for a kindness, or the cost of being left. There was a mango stall called Free down by the quay where the owner gifted bruised fruit to anyone who asked. People joked she ran a charity; she said she traded salvage for stories, and even the poorest paid with one line of truth. The stall became a small cathedral for confessed things.