Luna’s POV
The sound of ringing rouses me from sleep. I lift my head groggily, squinting into the darkened room as my hand slides frantically across the comforter, searching for my glasses. They must have slipped off my face while I slept. Once I find them, I push them onto my face before shuffling on my stomach to the edge of the bed. I reach down for my purse, delving inside and rummaging blindly through the contents until my fingers wrap around my cell phone. I pull it out, the device silencing the exact second I lift it to read the caller ID.
It is Celeste. A frown creases my forehead in deep confusion. Why is she calling me? Did something terrible happen? My mind instantly flashes to Brandy and the baby, and panic jolts me upright into a stiff sitting position. I flip open my phone
