Chapter 112 Returning Home

• Luna's POV
• The plane touched down with a bump that shook me out of my half-sleep. Paris. Just the word alone used to make my chest feel warm, like home. Now it made my stomach twist.
• I pressed my forehead to the window. The city stretched out in the distance, gray rooftops and winding streets, the faintest shimmer of the Seine catching the light. It was beautiful, of course, but beauty could hurt. It brought back too much.