The Many Daughters of Afong Moy

by Jamie Ford

“We don’t have to grieve only those we know. Sometimes we grieve for that which was lost, that which was never allowed to be.”

“Hearts don’t have maps,” Zofia said. Zoe smiled. “Oh, but they do. They’re written inside you, and only a very special person can read it and follow its directions to a buried treasure.” Zoe touched the place above her heart. “We all have a buried treasure and it’s right here.”

“Strangers are the people we forgot we needed in this life,”