So I tell her, “I love you, Luna Hale.” I look deeper into her. “You’ve made me feel more loved than I ever have been, and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to figure things out.” “Don’t be,” she whispers. “You were always with me. You never left me alone in our spacecraft, and I know what you went through that night to find me. I can remember, and…” She draws closer into my chest. “You needed time. If you still need it—” “I don’t need it,” I say. “I’ve got enough clarity.”
