Luna’s POV
A small, genuine smile tugs at my mouth for the first time since I started talking at Ashton’s questions, 'He used to take me to every Hawks game that he could get tickets for,' I reply quietly. 'He would save up for weeks doing any extra jobs he could find. We'd sit right up in the nosebleeds, with a pretzel to share between us, and he'd tell me to watch the centre, said the best player always played centre, controlled the whole game from there.'
'Smart man,' Ashton says, something warm in his voice.
'He was.' I press my lips together for a moment, memory pulling sharply at something tender. 'Every night, before bed, he'd tuck me in properly, always checking I had my stuffed rabbit, one ear was completely flat from being slept on, and he'd say, ‘love you all the pennies,’ an
