I walked to our car and got in, holding her against my heart. I still hadn't looked at her face; it was against my lap. All I knew was that she had dirty, tangled hair. Slowly, I lowered my gaze to her face and felt my breath catch. She had an almost perfectly oval face, but her skin was very pale, almost translucent. I could also see the hollows under her eyes and on her cheeks. This little girl, my companion, my soulmate, had been starved far too often for her own good.
Carl: So, Alex, this is our Luna?
I looked at her as images of the various tortures she had endured flooded my mind. How could this be possible? Was it our connection that allowed me to see her memories? I didn't understand anything anymore.
Alexander: Yes… and I think she went through hell there… she’s not just thin,
