ISOLDE

I still couldn’t believe what I heard two days ago. The woman who stood in front of the court, accusing me of killing her son, had been the one who killed him. Her own child. The memory clawed inside me like it wanted to rip something apart. Oh Moon...

She knew. All those years… she knew. Still, she didn’t stop. She pushed harder. Always watching me, waiting for me to fall. She destroyed Felda, dragged her name through the mud, and accused her, too.

Finnian said she was the one ...