Chapter 66 Names On The Door

• Luna's POV
• The house was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that sinks into your bones and makes you aware of your own heartbeat. The ticking clock, the faint hum of the refrigerator, the distant rustling of leaves outside—it all sounded louder in the stillness.
• I stood by the window in my studio, staring out at the garden. The roses Anne had helped me plant were in bloom, soft pinks and vibrant reds nodding in the breeze. Their petals opened like little sighs, each one a reminder that things could grow again, even after a brutal winter.