Anne gazed up to scan the trees. There were so few birds; something had chased them away, a sense of doom, the weight of the silence in the city. The only birds that appeared to have stayed on were the magpies, since their kind never migrated far from home. Margot pointed upward to the branches above them. “Isn’t that the bird who follows you?” Anne thought Margot was humoring her, but when she looked up, she saw that her sister was right.
