EPILOGUE I

TESSA

I flattened a hand on my dress while looking at the mirror, my reflection both familiar and foreign. It was my wedding day, yet the person staring back at me looked like someone caught between two worlds—between who she had been and who she was trying to become. My nerves were bundled so tight they felt like a knot that would never loosen.

The dress was supposed to be perfect, but now it fel