"Luna Rachel," she beamed, resting a hand over her heart in a playful, dramatic bow. "To what do I owe the honor of a royal inspection?"
"Just checking up on my favorite teacher," I laughed, pulling her into a quick, warm hug. "How are you feeling? Honestly, Liz. Don't hide anything from me."
"I feel incredible," Liz said, her voice dropping to a genuine, heartfelt whisper. "Being back here... with the kids, doing what I love... it feels like I'm finally whole again. I owe that to you."
"You fought for your life, Liz," I replied softly, squeezing her arm. "You earned this."
I stayed for a little while, leaning against the back bookshelf and watching her seamlessly command the room as the children finished up their assignments. There was a bright, steady light in her eyes that hadn't be
