The invitation was simple.
No logos. No banners.
Just gold lettering on thick cream paper that read:
The Fire We Haven’t Lit Yet.
An Evening of Stories, Light, and Legacy
Hosted by Grace Turner.
It was her first official book launch.
And the Turner family decided to turn it into something bigger, something that celebrated every flame, past and present, that had carried them here.
Cassie stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the silk scarf draped over her shoulders. At sixty-six, she still moved with grace, perhaps slower than before, but with a radiance that had only deepened.
Damon entered the room, walking with a slight cane now but with the same spark in his eyes.
“You look like the first sunrise,” he said, smiling.
Cassie laughed. “And you look like the man who
