. She worked the small garden behind their cabin, fingers in the c

s. He was a man of few words, his hands rough from work as a trapper

bread drifting out. She sold her goods, her remedies, her mended cloth

only family she' d known for y

eirs. They grew up together, their paths always tangled. He had

e had a tent and a sign that promised glimpses into the unseen. Curiosity

, his eyes clouded. Later, he s

his voice low, "she ca

led, will bring great trag

dened. Elara pu

ce like gravel. "Get out of o

but Anya saw the f

uch things. He believed in

ty, for Chicago or St. Lo

lawyer, Anya," he said,

rtune. I'll com

ll, simple ring

I'll make you a

art full. He promise

. Letters came,

townsfolk who heard it from travelers. Ethan Miller was a success.

ds together, a rare

! Our Anya will h

eyes. "He's a good boy, Anya. He

through her, a hope rekind