Ember POV

Ember turned another page, but there were no more songs. A blank page greeted her. Ember’s fingers twitched. She wanted to write. She wanted to purge herself of the pain she was in. It wasn’t songwriting, not exactly. She needed Abigail for that. No, this was just the simple need to pour her heart out onto the page like her younger self had done.

Ember scrambled around on the floor until she found the equally immature and glittery pen that accompanied the songbook and she began to write.

Sara filled Marksman’s wineglass and then her own. Dinner had been delicious, but then it always was. Sara was a...