AARON.
Two days had passed. Luna and I settled in more comfortably, and Helena was much more relaxed. She refused to leave the house however, saying that it wasn't necessary. Another part of me said otherwise.
We were currently on our way to the hospital to check if Veronica had regained consciousness. News of her accident had spread, and we even watched the coverage of the scene on the news. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to smash the TV as it displayed the wreckage, still covered in blood. The truck driver was unscathed, which was particularly odd. But Veronica had crashed into the side of his truck, so her car had most of the damage.
As we drove, I couldn't help but notice the skyscrapers that lined the streets. I had only seen high towers and castles back in Lunaville, bu
