“What you came from is…” His nose flares. “It’s not anything I’d ever want her to experience.” “She won’t,” I assure with everything inside me. We want the exact same things for Luna. He nods tensely, his gaze tightening. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” “So sorry you keep sending the fruit basket to the wrong place.” He rolls his eyes, but we’re both starting to smile. His fades first.
