another man sneers, descending the staircase. Is Luna up there? Can’t see beyond the darkness of the stairs, and I’m rocketed back to a memory. The townhouse in the Rittenhouse-Fitler district. The fire. I ran into the burning house. I ran to the staircase and looked up. I was looking for Luna. Back then, I was ordered in another direction and I couldn’t go find her. I couldn’t make sure she was okay.
