“I can’t explain that all right now, and she can’t know right now. When it’s time, I will let you know, okay? For now, take this—” He pulls out a white envelope with the words Luna-Nox Rebellis. “If you don’t see me during the family vacations every year, then I’m dead and they got me.” His words hit me all at once. He’s fucking leaving again. My cheek stings when he slaps me. “Ky, I don’t have fucking time. This time next year, I’ll be here again. But for now—she cannot know that I’m alive. This—this is massive. Do you understand?”
