Chapter 18Emery
Emery laughed as she ran across a field, holding hands. The sun was warm on her back, the hand in hers soft but strong as it pulled her along. She struggled to keep up with legs that felt wrong. They felt too short; she was closer to the ground than she should be. It was hard to match the stride of the young woman beside her. She saw her now. Someone…Lina? But different. Hair slightly longer, her face with fewer lines, but still the crinkles at the corners of her eyes. She stopped and said something. In German. No, English. Some sort of mixture of the two but Emery understood and she responded in kind. Not Emery. Her, but not her. Wispy blonde hair blew into her eyes as she stood looking into the other’s face. God. Her heart pounded, but not from the running. It wasn’t col
