“Quinn,” Akara says, “you’re being transferred. You’ve already been Luna’s bodyguard, and she needs you now.” She needs you. A pit wedges in my ribs, but I try not to take his words to heart. She needs me too. Just in a distinctive, unique, unduplicated way. Just like I’ve needed Farrow and Oscar and not only her. Still, I want to be the most necessary, vital thing to Luna’s life.
