Delilah had grown up knowing her mum Tamara Lara as the loudest laugh in any room, a whirlwind of long ginger hair, bright blue eyes, and jokes that never seemed to stop. To most people, Tamara was just a funny 37-year-old mum juggling three kids—Delilah, her two-year-old brother Leo, and twelve-year-old Amy—but the truth lived quietly in the past like a locked attic no one opened. Long before school runs and bedtime stories, Tamara had been something else entirely: a master killer who hunted bad people alongside her best friend Anya Petrova. They had been arrested when they were only eighteen, two teenagers who had already lived lives far bigger and darker than anyone knew. Prison had changed everything. Inside those walls, Anya had her first baby, a girl named Star, and not long after, Tamara had Delilah. The girls grew up in a strange shared world of visiting rooms, lullabies behind glass, and whispered promises that one day life would be different. But life split the women apart when Delilah was two and Star was four, and fourteen long years passed without a single reunion, only memories and the ache of unfinished friendship.