Rachel's past was a wound she covered with smiles. A gaping, festering thing hidden beneath layers of bright laughter and boundless energy.
Unlike Seraphina, whose trauma had been shaped by loss, Rachel's had been carved into her by the very person meant to protect her—her mother, Isolde Creighton.
Isolde, a Seer, had been gifted with Foresight. A Gift that should have been a blessing, but instead, it had driven her to madness. She had seen something—something so terrifying that it had broken her. The novel's readers had long speculated about it, theorizing that she had glimpsed the world's end. A future of unchecked destruction, of demons returning and miasmic species running rampant, wiping humanity from existence.
Whatever she saw, it consumed her.
And Rachel, her own daughter, had been caught in the crossfire.
The bright-eyed child who had once adored her mother had learned fear instead.
