“SEAN!” they yell at my dad. “He’s fine! He’s fine. He’s with us! Let him be! He’s just worried about the fucking girl.” Their arguing becomes background noise. Blood pumps in my head. My ears ring. “Luna!” I yell and open a door in the short hallway. Bathroom. Empty. “Luna?!” “Donnelly,” she calls out, sounding near the end of the hall. She’s here.
