Luna’s POV
Despite the way Ashton and I left things last night, I don't sleep much. Every time I close my eyes, I see Tom's easy smile from that first day in the park, replaying it now with a completely different meaning attached, every "coincidental" run-in reframed as calculated, deliberate, cruel.
By the time morning comes, I'm exhausted but wired, adrenaline doing the work sleep should have.
Ashton's already up when I make my way downstairs, dressed down in a cap and plain jacket, doing his best to be unremarkable, though it's a near-impossible task given how recognisable he is even trying to hide it.
'You ready?' he asks.
'No,' I admit. 'But let's go anyway.'
We leave the house together, and once Beth is safely dropped at preschool, we drive to the coffee shop, the route feeling
