The wind rustled through the trees, branches smacking together like the sound of horse hooves stampeding through the cemetery. I didn't want to be here, mostly because it meant accepting the truth of the matter – my premonition about Elaine had been wrong. I couldn't figure it out no matter how many times that I went over it. I saw her death as clear as any other premonition, so why had it changed? I looked everywhere for Mahala and had come up empty, she had taken off from town and I wasn't sure how to find her, or even where she had come from.
I waited by the empty grave, eyeing the new stone that proclaimed Elaine's full name and her date of birth, followed by the words she taught us how to love underneath. My heart sank as I waited for the rest of the people to get here, I couldn't st
