My name is Enola, which, backwards, spells “alone.” To be a Holmes, you must find your own path. My brothers have, my mother has, and I must too. But I now see that being alone doesn’t mean I have to be lonely. Mother never wanted that. She wanted me to find my freedom, my future, my purpose. I am a detective, I am a decipherer, and I am a finder of lost souls. My life is my own. And the future is up to us.
Mother always had a reason for everything. Her own way of doing things. And those kind of mysteries are always the most satisfying to unpick.[to Enola]
It is good to care for the vulnerable, but not if it means risking your life. Sometimes you have to let nature take its course.[to Enola]