"I'll follow the maps you left," I said.
When she was a dot against the bright line of land, the water behind her shimmered and let out a long, low sound—like a bell struck under glass. The ribbon in my hand cooled. Somewhere upstream a heron unfolded itself and flew. The town lights blinked awake and the sky embroidered itself with the first small stars. i raf you big sister is a witch new
Her laugh rippled like thrown glass. "I never draw maps. I make signs." "I'll follow the maps you left," I said