They’ll be there to catch her. All she has to do is take the leap.
Driven by grief, nostalgia, and a desperate need to feel again after the loss of her husband, Charlotte follows a whim and an old playbill to a traveling faire in the Scottish countryside. The festival has a sort of ancient feel, much more authentic than any she’s visited before.
And that’s not the only thing that stands out to Charlotte.
They’re called the House of Damocles, and their acrobatic performance draws Charlotte to the men in a dark and visceral way.
At least, she thinks they’re men.
Dom. Elijah. Gabriel. Bell.