I intake a sharp breath. I told Donnelly about my fish. Moondragon. It’s not lost forever, which means I confided in someone. I confided in him. And I’m starting to wonder if Original Luna more than just “liked” Donnelly. Did she really love him? He said he’s one-of-a-kind, so if I look elsewhere, I might not feel the tingles and electricity that I feel with him—but I wonder if OG Luna had proof.
