As she lowered the journal, Kolya walked through the yard down below with Halya perched on his shoulders. Katya watched him move towards the house, long-limbed and lanky, with a rugged grace that made her heart ache. Her past clutched in her hands and her future laid out in front of her, painted against each other in stark relief, but how could she bridge this divide? Life had set her down a path she’d never imagined traveling, and now she was stuck with one foot in each world—the before and after.
