Luna’s POV
Reporters are at the end of the street again, the voices shouting out to us as I help Beth into the car.
'Luna . . .' Beth whispers, eyes darting toward the end of the road and the flashing lights of cameras pointed our way.
'Don't worry, sweetie, they can't come anywhere near us, and I'm here with you, I won't let anyone talk to you,' I tell her firmly.
Beth nods, her gaze roaming over my face before she settles back into her car seat.
The drive to preschool feels longer than usual, every car that gets too close or passes us feels like it might be the media chasing us down. I grip the wheel tighter than I need to, glancing back at Beth every few seconds, but she's gone quiet, tracing patterns on the window with one small finger.
By the time we pull up outside the school d
