the isle of Burtonshire

A crushing betrayal. A transcendent bond. Three thousand miles to the Isle.

My mother loved the city, and it loved her. Until the Turn. Until leaving became our only hope of survival. She’s slipping away more each day. I can feel it. The tide threatens to take me with her, but I’d be lying if I said I’d rather be anywhere else—with Florence is where I belong.

Now uprooted and on the run, we have to choose: surrender to a new beginning and leave our delicate past behind, or salvage the remains and try to find our way back.

Either way, I just want to go home.

But if home really is where the heart is, what happens when you lose heart?