CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The fire in the mountain cabin burned low, its embers casting a warm, steady glow over the seven sisters seated in a loose circle on the worn wooden floor.
Seven faces…each a variation on the same foundational blueprint…reflected the flickering light in different hues: Elena and Lila’s familiar twin symmetry, Isabella’s quiet depth, Sienna’s gentle warmth, Mara’s guarded steel, Rowan’s wild calm, and Nova’s silver-blonde clarity that seemed to catch every spark like moonlight on snow.
Their father sat slightly apart, watching with a mixture of awe and lingering grief. Jax leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, giving the sisters space while remaining a silent guardian.
The photograph of seven infants lay in the center of the circle like a completed puzzle finall
