Amariee looked out from the mountaintop across the valley, where the golden light of dawn had just begun to color the leaves. She studied the trees, the hills, ridges — the places where the gods molded the earth long ago.
There was something special about this place, something that hadn’t changed in the decade since her last visit. This was her father’s favorite spot, the place where he was sure his spirit would linger in the weeks after his death.
But as she stood in that vast, beautiful emptiness, Amariee pursed her lips and cried knowing she was very much alone.