Luna’s POV
I pull into the perfectly kept residential estate, my eyes growing wider as I scan the pristine front lawns and rows of expensive vehicles that line each side of the road. My phone’s GPS chirps; its tinny voice cutting through the hum of my engine as it directs me to my destination. I turn onto Ashton’s street, the robotic voice informing me that his house is only a few hundred yards to my right.
As I drive down the tree lined street, I see three children who are playing on the sidewalk, drawing with chalks in the warm sun. Two houses further down, a group of teenagers are playing basketball on a wide driveway, shooting hoops and laughing.
I crawl down the road, my eyes scanning the house numbers until my cell states clearly that my destination is on my right. Ashton’s SUV is
