I'm a sculptor who has always felt an unnaturally powerful connection to the earth and the soil.  I've created a space for my work that is securely nestled in an underground home and studio.  When my hands are slick with clay and the aroma of earth coats my bare feet, I am safe.  The rest of the world is a foreign landscape where humans float in tall buildings or walk the surface of the earth, casting their shadows on it without ever truly being a part.

When I designed my home the handsome and eligible architect, Jett Slaton, connected my name to my father's.  Yes, I am Terra Caldwell, daughter of the famous architect, Orestes Caldwell, but no one else knows this unfortunate tale.  Orestes walked out on Momma and I before my memory could seal him in.  Momma died when I was seven and I was sent to senile aunt Birdie in the city.  If it weren't for a Japanese botanist named Kita, I never would have survived.

I was greatful to the handsome architect who kept my secret and we have been dating ever since.  He is glass and steel when I am earth and water.  He is skyscraper and airplane when I am barefoot in the mud.  And now he's contacted my lost father when I wanted nothing of him.  And there is a rumor.  A dreadfully dark rumor, that Orestes didn't flee Momma and I alone.  He took my infant brother.  A tiny child I never knew existed.  

This man. This brother is sleeping far away in a hospital where he tried to remove his memory from the earth.  I want to deny and flee, but Kita knows every fiber of my life.  She knows a part of me has been searching for this brother called Torrin-- feeling his presence through the earth, every day of my life.

Torrin's best friend Sawyer is cold and suspicious, but he finally agrees I should visit the hospital.  The journey will take me across the country, across my heart and into everything I have been hiding from.

It has been many years since I felt the powerfully familiar tie of blood to blood.  It brings with it many emotions, pictures and words that stab.

Finally.  Finally.  I am not alone.

 

 

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