The road to St. Aurelia’s Monastery disappeared beneath the fog.
Elena watched the landscape through the passenger window, Rosemary’s wedding ring closed inside her palm.
SEPTEMBER 16.
The date had become impossible to ignore.
Three days before the birthday she had celebrated her entire life.
Three days before the East Garden fire.
Three days that someone had erased from her history.
Adrian drove without speaking.
For once, neither of them seemed eager to fill the silence.
Marcus had stayed behind at the hospital with Victor.
Evelyn sat in the back seat, staring through the window.
The sisters had barely spoken since Victor’s confession.
Finally, Elena turned toward Adrian.
“Do you think about what happens after this?”
He glanced at her.
“After what?”
“After we find the tru
