Chapter 51 In his shirt, in his arms
- Luna’s POV
- Rain started sometime in the early afternoon, soft at first—a whisper against the terracotta roof. Now it drums steady and heavy, wrapping the villa in a curtain of gray. The ocean blurs at the horizon. The cliffs disappear in mist. I press my forehead to the cool window and watch it fall, hypnotized.
- We haven’t spoken much since this morning.