The Moon's Tear pulsed warmly against Daisy's skin, its heat a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in her bones. As she absorbed the truths within her grandmother's journals, the stone's familiar weight shifted, becoming less a burden and more an extension of herself.
For years, her mother had wielded the Tear as a shield, a desperate attempt to blunt Daisy's overwhelming empathy. But the journals revealed a different purpose: the Tear wasn't meant to block the torrent of emotions, but to amplify and channel it. It was a key, not a lock.
"We need to check on Jenny," Daisy declared, rising abruptly from the weathered pages. The fragmented images of Jenny's distress sharpened in her mind, now imbued with a new clarity. "Now that I understand what I'm actually sensing…"
Chris
