Elise's voice came through the phone speaker, steady despite the tremor of emotion underneath. "Put me on speaker, sweetheart. I want everyone to hear this."

Luna pressed the button, and they gathered closer—Grayson's arm around her waist, Helena and Grace on either side.

"We're all here, Mom," Luna said.

"Good." Elise took a shaky breath. "I've had fifteen years to think about Eleanor Vaughn. Fifteen years of darkness where all I could do was remember—the fire, the pain, watching ...