Caroline didn’t know how long she’d sat there, staring at her father, neither of them saying a word. Every time she thought she was ready to ask the question, no sound would come out. Her father looked a little surprised himself by his revelation, and Caroline wondered if he’d ever really planned to tell her.

Tempeste is your mother.

She frowned as the words echoed in her mind—they didn’t make any more sense now than they had when he’d first uttered them. Finally, it ...