“A tethered soul to shifting sands.” Wren read the words as she traced over them, each one slamming into me harder than the last until my knees threatened to buckle beneath me. “What does that mean?” Wren glanced back at me, and her eyes widened as I shook my head. “I don’t know.” I pressed my hand against my stomach, and I couldn’t control the word that thrashed through me, tormenting me.
