Av Today

"Tell me about the river," she said, finding the old comfort of stories slipping back into her hands. AV's voice softened and pictures unfolded: the riverbank at dawn, reeds trembling with light, a boy with a paper boat. Ava watched a younger version of herself push that boat out, watch it catch an invisible current and disappear around a bend.

"Almost," AV admitted. "But memory is selection. We keep what glows." "Tell me about the river," she said, finding

"Let it go," AV said.