Baby Volcano

She was twenty when she wrote the song that almost changed everything.

One show at The Metro. One A&R guy from Geffen. One betrayal—and Baby Volcano was dead.

Amber hung up her bass. Traded dive bars for dinner parties. Married a man who never once asked what she was listening to. Became someone's wife, someone's mother, someone who forgot what it felt like to make the room shake.

Twenty-five years later, her son brings home a musician.

Trent is twenty-seven. He plays guitar like he means it. And when he discovers she wrote "Status Redux"—the lost Chicago indie classic he's been chasing for years—he looks at her like she's still the woman who bled on stage and meant every word.

Like the music never stopped.

What happens next is loud, reckless, and long overdue.

A high-heat novel about the songs we silence, the lives we outgrow, and the fire that never really went out.