Allissa

The word went up over the rite, over the wind, over the moon itself as far as my body was concerned, and my daughter came alive in the warden’s arms, both hands reaching over his shoulder with her fingers spread wide, calling for me with her whole small chest while the oldest working in the world tried to sing above her. “MAMA! PAPA! I KNEW IT!” She twisted around to inform the entire mountain, the wardens, the stones, the bleeding sky itself. “SEE? I TOLD YOU!”

I pressed my ...