Luna’s POV
Climbing into Ashton’s truck is surreal at best. The massive vehicle has more switches and knobs than my entire apartment, and I have no idea what any of them do. I hope to God that it doesn’t rain because I have yet to figure out where the wiper switch is hidden in this c.ockpit.
Behind me, Beth is fiddling with the strap of her backpack, Staring out of the window as she releases a heavy, dramatic sigh.
‘Do I really have to go to preschool?’ she asks me for the seventh time since her father left. ‘I would be so good at the library, I promise! And books is learning! I could do my learning at the library with you, that’s almost the same as going to preschool!’
I glance back at her in the rearview mirror, catching her hopeful expression. ‘Tomorrow,’ I reply once again, ‘We can
