Naomi's POV

The beams of the headlights cut through the fog as I drove alone to Saint Gideon's Retreat.

The name sounded peaceful on the GPS screen. Tranquil, but feels like a big danger is ahead.

My fists clenched the wheel like it might vanish if I blinked. More and more, every mile that passed carried me further away from safety-and toward the sister that I hadn't asked for and the kid that I could not bear to lose, she was my life, my everything.

Rachel was a parasitic type of ...