Sneak Peek
The ink on Senna’s hands wouldn’t wash away. She’d scrubbed until her skin burned, but the silver-blue stains remained, marking her palms with symbols she couldn’t read but somehow understood. They’d appeared the morning after her fourteenth birthday, the same morning she’d discovered the hidden room behind her bedroom wall. Inside that room: maps. Hundreds of them, rolled and stacked and pinned to boards, showing roads that didn’t exist and cities that had no names. And in the center of it all, a letter in her mother’s handwriting: “When the ink appears, you’ll finally be ready to see what I’ve been hiding. The world is bigger than they want you to believe, Senna. It’s time you learned the truth.”
