Chade, thirty-two, a root worker and conjurer has spent her life trying to escape her mother's mistakes. A tragic decision that left her being raised by her Grandmother at the age of twelve. For years she's convinced herself that her family's Hoodoo legacy, the comfort of her best friend and business success is enough. But they've only become her armor. Beneath the rituals and routines lies a hollow she refuses to name.
Emory thirty-four, a soulful painter and poet is on the other side of mourning the lost of his mother. Left to carry guilt that he's never voiced. At the height of his new career, memories of his past street life, he wishes to forget, still haunts him. Now he's questioning everything he thought he knew about purpose, masculinity, and what it means to protect someone without losing himself.
When Chade and Emory are drawn together, the cracks begin to show. Their connection awakens restless spirits; some eager to guide them, others with malevolent intent on tearing them and everything they know apart.
Dreams turn to Ancestor warnings while shadows haunt their every interaction. Apart they're on two different paths but together they're stuck at the crossroads where simple candle magic fails.
Rooted in Southern Gothic lore, this is a paranormal tale of reckoning with the unseen forces that shape us. A haunting of the choices that bind or free us. And even when under pressure, what it looks like to submit to being courageous when you realize that who you've been is no longer enough for who you are becoming.