Luna quit the documentation.
Not permanently. Not dramatically. She did not announce it or make a speech. She simply came to the kitchen on a Friday morning, sat at the island, and told Sera that she had closed the building story document the previous night and had not opened it since.
Sera set down the knife she was using.
"When?" she said.
"Eight days ago," Luna said.
"Eight days," Sera said.
"Yes."
"And you haven't said anything."
"No."
Sera looked at her. At the phone Luna always had, which was sitting face-down on the island. At the specific quality of someone who had made a decision that still felt strange in the mouth.
"What happened?" Sera said.
Luna held the island.
"I was documenting child Aldis," she said. "The second week. She was doing something — I don't even reme
