Mistie escaped a past she'd mostly forgotten.
No one would go looking for her buried past if she lived up to her dreams.
Or so she believed.
Smoky tendrils wrapped the horrors she couldn't quite remember.
Flickering shadows crept through the mirror to bring her past to her present.
Nightmare generational abuse on a scale she never imagined.
Never knew she had been part of.
Didn't want in her past.
Or her future.
Secrets are twin sisters.
Whether fraternal, or identical, depends on the shadows dancing in the mirror.
Like mother, like daughter,
Goddess of the moon,
Selene watches over us,
Leaving Helen to carry on her task.
Patricia, Quin, and Eleanor,
Must find the missing ones,
To bring Selene's dream to pass.
The daughters returned -
Mistie, and another Patricia,
Home together, at last.