The next day was New Year's Eve.
Daisy Zane hardly slept all night, rising as dawn began to brighten the sky.
She took two bottles of wine and three goblets from her suitcase, then headed uphill.
After a long walk, she reached a mountaintop.
The mountain was full of lush greenery, with an ancient tree that must have been there for a hundred years.
The trunk was so thick that two adults couldn't wrap their arms around it.
It faced the sun, so its lush, wide canopy stretched out to the south.
It provided excellent shade below.
However, in this shady spot, two gravestones stood to the south.
One belonged to Daisy's grandmother, Victoria Zane, and at the other, there was an empty tombstone with nothing written on it.
They stood on the mountaintop, facing the sun, gazing at the stretching mountains and the world beyond Cold Green Village.
Daisy Zane hadn't been here for an entire year, and some weeds had grown around the tombstones.
