On Southglen Lake, the water shimmered like scattered gold. A reunion you couldn’t see.

A floating wish lantern drifted with the waves.

Francesca stood on the shore, watching that lantern slide farther and farther away until it disappeared into some unknown place.

She thought, that place had to be where her grandma was.

[Grandma, Fran is back.]

[I went to Thistle Street. I saw where we used to live. It’s all high-rises now, ...