On the first day of spring, she woke with grey in her hair. By summer, she could not walk without his arm. By autumn, she lay in their bed, looking out at the dry waterfall—her grave and her birthplace.
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When he slipped on the wet limestone, she should have let him fall. It would have been natural selection. It would have been the mountain’s way. But instead, she reached up with a vine of wild rhododendron and caught his ankle. On the first day of spring, she woke with grey in her hair