Margot was eleven years old when she washed ashore on an island that wasn't on any map.
The ferry had gone down. Her mother had put her on it with a suitcase and a kiss and a promise to come get her soon. But no one was coming for Margot. She knew this the way she knew her own heartbeat.
The trees on the island whispered her name. They knew her. They knew lonely. They knew forgotten. And slowly, day by day, Margot began to understand what happens to children no one comes looking for.
They put down roots.
THE ISLAND WHERE CHILDREN BECOME TREES is a dark fairy tale about abandonment, invisibility, and the stories we tell ourselves when we believe we are not worth finding.
This story does not save you.
But it sees you.
