Luna’s POV
I’m not sure how long I stand there, frozen in the silence, before I finally drag my heavy feet toward the stairs. Each step upward suddenly feels like too much effort as I climb slowly to the top. Reaching the upper hallway, my gaze drifts toward Ashton’s room. The door is firmly closed, a solid barrier shutting me out as he deals with his daughter alone. It is a quiet reminder of the boundary between us; that is his family, and this is his world.
I turn away, retreating into my own room and click the door softly shut behind me. I cross the quiet room, walking toward the bed and sink down onto the edge. I drop my purse beside me, staring at it for a moment before I reach inside, my trembling fingers wrapping around the spiral edge of the notebook that I was using while Ashton
