Lately, Arin felt like her life was becoming like the stories she used to read. Full of mysteries, miseries, and moments filled with both intimacy and resentment. She felt like those girls in her novels who are on the journey of self discovery and another step in that journey had taken her to the Kingdom of Sinclair. Now, standing in the middle of the fanciest and coziest lounge she had ever seen in her life and being hugged by two people who were her parents but still strangers, she didn't know what to do.
When she was taken away from the only mother and sister she had ever known, Arin could only use one quote, written by an unknown, to describe her feelings- ' When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. ' She could very well relate to it as the memories of her
