“Luna!” That one voice halts me in place. “Mom?” My voice squeaks, and I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. Is she real? Fairy wings and a starry headband make her appear like a celestial fae. Beneath her armpits are crutches, decorated with silver tinsel. Emotion overtakes me, and I bound towards her. “Mom!” I catch myself before going into a hug. What if I hurt her? “Surprise,” she says, trying to smile but worry invades.
