Harriet shoved her hands deep into her trouser pockets as she walked to the cementry. The sky above her cleared because of the moon, which accompanied her there, smiling as if assuring her that what she was about to do was good and super perfect and she didn't have to worry. The stars glitter, twinkling every time she raises her head to marvel at their beauty, as if they were her security. The fear she was feeling had already subsided, and she felt a little better.

The wind blew her hair away, and she had to stop to remove the few strands that had been blown into her mouth and...