"Two. This is the spark becoming a wildfire. Katniss and Peeta are home, but the Capitol is furious. They're touring the districts, and everywhere they go, people see the girl on fire. This one is about the cost of being a symbol. About realizing that surviving the arena was just the first round."

"The order is everything," Mariana said. She tucked Clara into bed, the stack of books on the nightstand. "Now read. Start with the spark. And when you're done, you'll understand why we keep fighting. Even when the odds are never in our favor."

Clara took it, her fingers tracing the bird. "Is it sad?"

"Three. The rebellion. This is the darkest one. Katniss is broken, her home is gone, and she's become the Mockingjay—a weapon for a war she didn't start. It's about propaganda, sacrifice, and the terrible math of revolution. How many people are you willing to lose for freedom?"

Mariana hesitated. She picked up the third book. Sinsajo . The cover was a simple silver bird.

Mariana sighed, pulling a battered cardboard box from the top of their closet. Inside, wrapped in an old cloth, were four books. Their spines were cracked, the pages yellowed and smelling of rain and time. These had belonged to their mother.

"So you read it first?" Clara asked, confused.