Victoria kept telling herself she had to hold on, that eventually the men who'd once admired her would come to save her, that Keira would grow up and come find her. She waited a long time, but none of her old admirers ever showed up. Somewhere along the way, she went from a pampered young heiress to an honest-to-goodness village woman.One day, after not having looked in a mirror for ages, she happened to catch her reflection and saw a strange, ugly face staring back. Her hair had turned into a dry, tangled mess, her skin dark and rough, weathered through and through, with none of the fair, delicate softness it used to have. She looked like a farm woman well past fifty.Victoria couldn't help but let out a scream.To trade for food, clothes, and daily necessities, she'd been forced to learn how to fish. But she was nowhere near as skilled as the people who'd grown up doing it their whole lives; the fish she caught were small and few, barely enough to keep her fed, and her life sta
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