Luna’s POV
I’ve finally put Beth to bed, the quiet of the house settling in around me like a heavy blanket. Her colourful drawing and my own sketch are folded neatly on the coffee table, and the art supplies are all back in the toy box. I take a seat in the plush armchair that has become my safe haven in Ashton’s house, a hot cup of coffee in my hand as my cell phone pings with a notification in my pocket.
My stomach gives a hopeful leap, thinking it’s Ashton. I move quickly, placing my drink on the table and digging the device out, my chest squeezing with a sharp prick of disappointment when I see Rory’s name light up my screen instead.
R: Hey! Where the heck are you? We haven’t seen or heard from you in over a week!
I cringe inward slightly, feeling the familiar sting of guilt in my
