“Wherever Luna goes, unless her dad—” “He won’t,” Farrow says, “and if he does say you can’t spend the holidays with us, then my family will be spending them with you.” It slams into me. He’s choosing me over the Hales. Farrow has always put action to his words, and if there’s any proof that I am his brother, his family, then this is it. But I can’t accept that offer.
