it's burning through the bloodline

Harlyn's fine. Andalusia let the last tendril of worry release its hold on her, not bothering to conceal any of her relief from her uncle. Her flickering smile returned, but found a shadow in his words to follow. A case like her parents, only they had found Celia's remains. "We never found Dhani, either." Neither his ashes nor his body, dead or alive.

The mystery used to rattle her to the point she'd refused to accept his death until she could search for evidence herself. Sure enough, when she had come of age, she had scoured the broken woods, with the belief the others were missing things only she and her siblings could see. But she had seen only crumbling trees, and like the others, she had found nothing. So she had waited, hoping that meant her father would return. But he never did. It had taken time before she could face the fact that her mother and father were never coming back. But she had, and she had found in herself a strength to look forward to the future while letting the past rest behind her. "Sometimes all you can do is let yourself move on."