Lillian went outside the next morning to investigate the vision she had seen the night before, only to see muddy footprints along the outside of the house. She followed the mess out towards the shoreline.
As she approached the beach Lillian felt the same unease as the night before, but nothing could prepare her for the sight that awaited her.
There must have been hundreds of stones stacked along the beach, surrounding her. The pile of rocks that once stood as her protective cairn still lay broken and strewn amongst the invasive piles that had appeared over night.
Lillian stood there frozen; overwhelmed by those horrible mounds until her throat tightened until she couldn't breathe. This felt like a cruel joke.
Death, in such a cruel display, was reminding her that she would never see Douglass again; how she
would never be able to hear his voice or feel his touch.
In a fit of rage and madness, she started to throw the stacked rocks into the dark and unforgiving
current of the sea.