CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Golden light spilt over the peaks, turning the orchard leaves to liquid amber and making the lake shimmer like polished glass.
The seven sisters stood together on the floating dock they had built with their own hands years earlier, the wood warm beneath their bare feet. A soft breeze carried the scent of ripening apples, wildflowers, and pine.
Elena looked slowly around the circle—at Lila’s steady presence beside her, Isabella’s paint-stained fingers, Sienna’s gentle smile, Mara’s quiet strength, Rowan’s grounded calm, and Nova’s silver-blonde hair catching the light like a promise.
Seven different shades. Seven different paths. One unbreakable bond.
“We’ve come full circle,” Elena said softly, “and yet the horizon keeps stretching farther than I ever imagined it
