Eau de Vie: chapter five

Redonner le jardin à la terre

“Tuft of Cowslips,” by Albrecht Dürer

Carl called Kate. What else could he do? Vie had collapsed in on herself, the depth of her inner turmoil like an abyss. Rescuing her from this dark, faraway place seemed an impossible task and one he was not cut out to do on his own.

Still reeling, Carl assessed the situation the best he could, having only just been m…