The fire that lies behind the magic

Previously

…Then the vision shifted—to a room she knew. Her own bedroom. Her mother stood in the doorway, holding the journals from the attic, her face unreadable. Tjay’s eyes snapped open. She was lying on a stretcher in an ambulance, an oxygen mask over her face. “She’s awake,” someone said. But Tjay couldn’t focus on the paramedic’s face. The vision clung to her like a second skin. The old woman, the photograph, her mother with the journals. Her gift wasn’t finished with her yet. It was pulling her toward something deeper—something that threatened to unravel everything she thought she knew. And as the ambulance doors closed, Tjay knew this was only the beginning.