“Go when you wanna go, Luna,” he whispered, his hand stroking up my spine and staying between my shoulder blades even as I let out a shuddered breath. “Everything’s all right, baby girl.” I nodded. “You’re gonna be good.” I was going to be good. He was right. So I nodded again. His hand slid higher up to palm my neck, and his voice was soft as he said, “You should’ve called me.”
