“I am in awe of what they"ve done, what they do,” I said, lying back on our blanket, my gaze following my mind into the vast sky and all its possibilities.
We had talked so long, talked of every move the women had made, the late setting summer sun had finally bowed to dusk, and stars began to twinkle in the twilight, the patches of it we could see through the lush beeches.
“And me,” Ginevra sighed as she too laid down beside me. “Such courage.”
Her words hung heavy in the thick humid air. They struck me as if a heavy branch had fallen on my stomach.
“Am I a coward?”
Ginevra sat up fast, propelled by my question.
“You have done nothing cowardly,” she insisted, a deep furrow plowing the flesh between her brows.
I shook my head; twigs and leaves snapped and rustled beneath it. “I didn"
