Shopkeepers, fresh from their afternoon naps, had pulled back the shutters and set their wares out for the onslaught of cruise ship tourists who frequented the cafés and shops in the cool of the evening.As she neared the Tophet, the crowds thinned to a trickle, then vanished altogether. The growing distance between streetlamps meant she must rely upon the rising moon. She turned onto a gravel path. Moonlight dappled the loose stones crunching beneath her steps.The graveyard of tilted stones had suffered years of neglect. In the far corner, she spotted the yellow glow of a lantern coming from a deep hole.Magdalena made her way across the graves and peered into the coffin-sized opening in the earth. “Lawrence? What are you looking for?”Lawrence started at her voice and lifted his head, dusting his hands, his eyes cautiously taking her in. “I could ask you the same thing.” He made no effort to come to her.“Do you believe in destiny?”“I believe we decide our destinies.” His eyes softened.
