CHAPTER 27 STONE Circe returned the following day, swathed in layers—a fur coat, knitted scarf, and jeans so tight it could break the skin. She’d explained that the person who showed up was a maid named Alice. She’d insisted she wouldn’t return. While we searched for dry wood, the only sound was our footsteps in the snow. As I walked behind her, I wondered how small and delicate a person could be and yet still take up so much space in the forest, on the island, in my world. She was the sun, who shone a light on me, making me question if she were gone, who would I be, and would I exist at all?
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