Amelia’s POV
When the girls returned from breakfast, they joined Mom and me in the living room. For a while, we just chatted lightly, laughing and having a good time.
Amy seemed to have something on her mind though, as she didn’t smile and laugh as much as everyone else.
“What is it, Amy?” I asked her in a quiet moment, “What’s wrong?”
“Mommy,” Amy said. “Now that you are back, are you going to be pack Luna now?”
The question gave me pause, startling me slightly. It seemed to have come out of nowhere.
Dad looked a bit sheepish. “The girls were asking me about Luna’s during breakfast. They didn’t really have much frame of reference for what a Luna might do.”
That seemed odd. They were my children and I’d been right there beside them raising them for the past six years. Shouldn’t the
