When Pearl was sixteen, she had a family for the first and only time in her life, and she sat on a desert porch with her feet in the dust and listened to the hum and chatter of two people she loved and felt the buzz of an oncoming thunderstorm in her skin, electric pop and sizzle like firecrackers in her fingertips. These days, she just feels the rain creak in her joints.
But she’s never been able to say no to Etho.
-- Tango's missing. With nothing but a partially-redacted journal of notes to go off of, Etho and Pearl set aside thirteen years of distance to find him.