skylar

I pace the length of my room, the worn carpet muffled under my restless steps. Each footfall is a silent echo of my racing thoughts. They're all going to be there, watching, judging. The Tamsin moon looms over tonight's celebration, and with it, the weight of tradition and expectation that pins me like a butterfly under glass. I can't shake the cold dread coiling in my stomach.

"Skyler?" My mother's voice, gentle but firm, seeps through the door, pulling me from the ...