The Accumulated Weight

They left Oakhaven at two.

Isolde packed food for the drive without being asked — the specific act of someone who understood that the people leaving needed to be sustained for more than the physical distance they were covering.

She stood at the gate as they got into the car.

She looked at Lenora.

At the journal tucked carefully in the inside pocket of Lenora's jacket.

"Ophelia would have—" Isolde