Zelina walked in the middle of the train track. She and her sister used to lay in bed listening to the comforting whistle of the train that passed at three o'clock every morning. Their father was a conductor of a shipping train that ran overnight runs. They would listen for the whistle and wonder if it was Dad's train. Now her sister was buried at the cemetery up the hill from these tracks. What now? Would she ever be happy again? Would this sadness sit on her soul ever leave? What was she supposed to do? How would she manage without one of the most important people in her life? She lost half of herself. The black hole of loss was sucking the meaning of her life. She wiped the tears from her face as she looked up the hill toward the cemetery. "What should I do, Zariah?" Follow the light?