
The future was laid before her like a map. Every instinct shouted no! But somehow the road they were traveling had swallowed them up.

To the arborist it’s a rope; to the mariner it’s a line, but they serve the same purpose. They tie up things you want to stay put, and they keep your loved ones safe. That was the plan, anyway.


The funny thing is, the house smelled the same as it did back then. Another funny thing: it’s hard to smell things when they’ve turned to dust…