There is always a beginning. There isnt always an ending. One story begins when God reaches down to make man. The other begins when a mother leaves her children on the youngests 18th birthday. Really, they are the same story. A story about enemies, magpies, a dog named Bethlehem and three tins of fruit. About exits, abandonments, and judgement days. About going back to the beginning, and figuring out where it all went wrong. About trying over and over.