(Mirabel's POV)
Nobody spoke.
The traveler stood at the horizon.
Impossibly distant.
Perfectly visible.
The contradiction felt deliberate.
The city had encountered enough impossible things to recognize one when it saw one.
The traveler waited.
Patient.
As though the six words they had spoken were more than enough.
As though they knew exactly what those words would do.
Unfortunately—
They did.
Tomorrow stared.
For the first time since I'd met her—
The child looked genuinely unsettled.
Not frightened.
Not confused.
Unsettled.
Like someone hearing their childhood nickname from a complete stranger.
Yesterday was worse.
Much worse.
The color had drained from her face.
The former past looked as though she'd seen a ghost.
Which was impressive.
Considering most ghosts prob
