Possible

Nothing changes no matter what I try. It’s like we’re in a fairy tale.”

I wondered how — with whom — she found this rule, but what would come from asking? And it could be a lie. “Just so you know, I don’t like fairy tales.”

“We do live in a world without fairies.” She faced the waters. “Remember, Gale Jones. Every morning, I’ll be here to watch the sunrise. When we meet next, I have something to ask.”