Chapter 72 Stolen Strokes
- Luna’s POV
- I didn’t plan to open the files. Not at first. I just wanted a distraction—something to drown out the ache in my chest after everything I learned. Anne sat across from me at the kitchen table, her fingers laced around a mug she hadn’t touched in minutes.
- “Are you sure?” she asked softly, eyes flickering toward the thick manila folder she brought with her.