I always wondered why they don’t have a word for a parent who loses a child. If I’d lost Ben, I’d be a widow.

The first time her grandfather had told her of her heritage, she’d laughed, thinking it was a jest. But as they’d walked down the streets of Galway, he began pointing out the Fae.That was the day her life changed. At eight years old, she’d felt the weight of the world drop upon her shoulders.