“If we need to get a hotel—” “What? No, no, no.” Mom raises her hands like she’s stopping traffic. “Stay a week, a month, a year, the door is always open.” I smile more at Donnelly. His chest rises. He seems beyond touched, and he nods into a slow-rising grin. “Thanks, Luna’s mom.” “Lily,” my mom says. “You can always call me Lily.” “Thanks, Lily.”
