One early morning of January, still dark outside, as if she was telling a secret, Emma woke up Kristen, who was four at the time, and whispered.
We are leaving.
Where are we going?
We are moving.
When?
Now. All we have is already on the boat. Let’s go.
As in a dream, Kristen wore a coat over her pajama, put her boots on and sat on a cask on the boat waiting in the Canal of Dreams. She did not turn back then and never returned in the Operae Island again.
helobiae 
I love how you tell so much and also leave so much unanswered. I immediately started wondering WHY they never returned to the island! Great!!!!
amazing