When Nadia first opened her late father Gregory’s chess box, she expected to find the familiar ebony and ivory game pieces, maybe even a wayward pawn or two. Instead, what was inside was as surprising as a bishop showing up at a punk rock concert. What she discovered within those wooden confines was enough to make her complexion take on the hue of a petrified marshmallow. She had received more than just a chess set from her father—it was a treasure chest, containing a secret that would change her life forever.