CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The cabin fire crackled low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the five sisters gathered around the heavy wooden table.
Mara’s guarded expression had softened just enough to allow cautious questions, while Sienna kept refilling coffee mugs as if the simple act could normalize the impossible.
Isabella sat perfectly still, absorbing every word like someone tasting freedom for the first time. Elena and Lila flanked the group, their twin bond now stretched to include three more threads in an ever-growing tapestry.
Theo’s latest message hung in the air like smoke: the reference to a sixth embryo, never incubated, with the cryptic note that “the last will decide the legacy.”
Mara broke the silence, her photographer’s eye sharp. “If there’s a six
