The anniversary came on a Tuesday. Mira did not plan it that way—she did not know, until the day arrived, that it had been a full year since the Crossing—but the symmetry of it felt significant. A Tuesday. An ordinary day. The kind of day that asked nothing special of her, that simply was. She woke up at Samuel's apartment, in his bed, with the morning light coming through the curtains, and she lay there for a long time, feeling the weight of the year settle over her. One year. Three hundred a...