Chapter 68 Anne With The Smile

• Luna's POV
• It was one of those mornings where even the sunlight seemed hesitant to come in—thin and pale behind a sky of heavy gray. The villa felt colder than usual, not in temperature, but in spirit. Silent. Still. Like the walls were holding their breath.
• I sat curled on the couch, wrapped in an old sweater that didn’t smell like me anymore. Solenne slept on my chest, her tiny fist resting against the hollow beneath my collarbone, her soft breath warming the place just above my heart. Her weight was light, but it grounded me. She was the only thing that still did.