An Apple a Day

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map She turns away from him, both to lead on toward the waiting apples and to keep from showing more of the displeasure that passes over her face at the mention of the Voice. "Nate?" Amalia repeats, glancing over her shoulder at Sam. For a moment she's confused, thinking of the wrong man entirely, eyebrows raising in surprise. "You dated Nathaniel?" She can't picture the tall, stoic man with her brother (or anyone, really). And she really can't picture him breaking Sam's heart. "What happened?" She doesn't comment on her own relationship except by coloring a warm shade of rose. They're near enough their destination now that her animal senses can smell fermenting fruit on the breeze; she inhales happily, eager to snack on the fruit. Drawing to a stop beneath one of the trees, Amalia sets her bag and basket down, rolling up her arms in preparation to climb.c And I knew that somehow I could find my way back