“We’ll know soon enough,” Ghost Bird said, and took Grace’s hand for a moment, squeezed it.
Something in Ghost Bird’s expression must have calmed her, for Grace smiled, said, “Yes, we will. We’ll know.” Between them, they might know more than any person still living on Earth.
It was just an ordinary day. Another ordinary summer day.
So they walked forward, throwing pebbles as they went, throwing pebbles to find the invisible outline of a border that might not exist anymore.
They walked for a long time, throwing pebbles at the air.