Before Roxan can draw in the fresh free air of the protectorate, she’s forced to retreat into denial. Perhaps pretending things aren’t so bad will make it actually be true. Besides, no one needs to know she’s different. No one needs to know how she feels.
But a secret like hers is hard to hide.
And it becomes more of a question of who to trust than where to hide.
Answers don’t come easily, and instead of a remedy to her woes, Roxan finds more than she dreamed behind the trees and sky and bushes. Her question now lies in whether or not she can trust her own eyes and believe the unbelievable.
Her answer could change the entire Oblate.