It began in the quiet of an ordinary afternoon. For ten-year-old Emily, her bedroom was a sanctuary, a world populated by the silent, smiling faces on her bookshelf. Sunlight cut across the floor, illuminating her collection of dolls, but her favorite was a porcelain figure with painted blue eyes and a delicate lace dress—a gift from her grandmother. It was a relic of a bygone era, a piece of f...
