I couldn't sleep.
The guest room Dani had shown me to was small but comfortable, with faded cream
walls, an old wooden dresser, and a quilt that looked like someone had sewn it by
hand years ago. A single lamp glowed softly beside the bed.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, fully dressed, staring at the silver pendant resting
in the palm of my hand.
Charlotte.
The name echoed through my head.
Charlotte's girl.
Silas had said it the second he saw me.
Then he had looked at the pendant like he'd seen a ghost.
I closed my fingers around the necklace.
"My mother," I whispered into the empty room.
The words didn't feel real.
For twenty years, she had been nothing more than a question. A blurry image my
imagination created whenever I wondered who I looked like or where I got my gr
