Luna’s POV
I sit cross legged on the floor behind Beth, the steady hum of the hair dryer filling her bedroom as I dry her hair. She chatters with infectious excitement about the drawing she’s going to do for her grandfather as I nod along, though my mind is stuck on the little girl in the bathroom and the heavy worries that have clearly been clawing at her for a while. A sharp pang of guilt twists my stomach; I feel terrible that I didn’t pick up on her distress sooner. Of course she is scared! How did I not think about it?
‘I’m going to draw Papa a big dog’ Beth says proudly. ‘He likes dogs, and always says that he is going to get one, but Grandma keeps telling him no, she says that their house is too small and they are too old to look after a puppy.’
‘Does she?’ I ask idly. I separat
