What if you went outside one evening to observe the Blood Moon and when you came back in, it was three years later, on the night of the next Blood Moon. And everything had changed during those lost years. There was another woman in your husband’s bed, younger and slimmer than you. Your daughter had gotten married to the man whose mother had taken your place. They have a daughter, who was named after a missing and presumed dead grandmother—you. What would you do? Try to reclaim your life? Or realize it was the time and the season for starting over?