Prologue
How she wanted to be worth something.
How she wanted to be precious and irreplaceable to someone, the way she and her mother had been to her father.
Her mother had disappeared. She’d thought she had been showered with affection because she was a child—but that turned out to be an illusion, only a ploy to gain a moment’s tranquility.
She and her father had cherished her mother as an invaluable member of their family—when to her mother they had been only tools, interchangeable, replaceable.
Out of an excess of trust in her mother, her father had vanished. Probably dead somewhere he would never be found.
Without her father, who had treasured her like a pearl in his palm, she truly was worthless.
What should she do?
If she was worthless, then she was useless as well. She didn’t know what she should do.
So she went looking for her mother.
She could be useful. She would be useful.
That thought possessed her as she searched...
That thought, and a wish. The hope that there might be a place for someone as worthless as her.
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