Luna's POV
We step into the enclosed grassy area, Beth’s small hand hovering near mine as I carefully latch the gate behind us. We turn toward the cluster of brightly coloured play equipment; her hand slipping back into mine as we glance around the area. There is a heavy peaceful silence hanging over the place, no one is around other than us at such an early time of day.
‘Come on Luna! The swings are over here!’ Beth tells me excitedly, tugging me toward the swing set impatiently.
As we reach the tall metal apparatus, I help her onto the thick rubber seat, ensuring her small fingers maintain a tight grip on the cold metal chains before I walk behind her. I begin to nudge the back of the seat with my hands, stepping back slightly as she swings back toward me. I catch the momentum and pus
