Ember POV

Ember sighed. “I’m…I’m just taking some time to reevaluate my life choices,” Ember admitted.

“A near-death experience will do that,” Esme said.

Ember tilted her head and looked at her grandmother. “You’ve never liked me being Abigail, have you?”

Esme put down her knitting and looked at Ember. “You have a beautiful voice and you’re so talented. Of course, I want you to do what you love.”

“But?” Ember said. “I heard a but at the end of that.”

“But…why do you have to hide behind all that makeup? Why can’t you just be you?”

Ember smiled, oddly touched by her grandmother’s remark. “Little ole Ember Kingsley would...