S2E70 - The Kitchen Floor That Held My Mother's Bones

Blind and voiceless after tearing open a timeline where Asha exists without her, Luna lands on a cold linoleum floor in her grandmother's kitchen. The stove has no fire, only ash and a child's skeleton curled inside. The spinning wheel woman's tapestry lies crumpled in the corner, and Luna's fingers trace Asha's name written in dust on the counter. She follows the sound of a music box into the pantry and finds her mother's wedding dress hanging on the wall, stitched with names of unborn children. Each name is a memory Luna traded to the well. The floorboards creak...