“There were so many of them. Thousands. Millions. They stretched to the horizon, Abba. She was just on the edge . . .” She looked at me, the tracks of her fallen tears turned aside by the light of her smile. “She was waiting for me. She turned me back, pointed. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done . . .‘Cassandra!’ She said my name, and I knew I shouldn’t look back—but I did . . .”
