Luna’s Point of View
I sit on the edge of my bed, phone in my hand, staring at the screen for a second before I finally press call.
It rings once.
Twice.
Then—
“Luna.”
His voice is steady, calm as always.
“Hi, Dad.”
There’s a small pause.
“You don’t usually call unless you need something.”
I roll my eyes slightly.
“Wow. Straight to the point.”
“I’m busy,” he replies. “What is it?”
I take a breath.
“I’m coming home for the holidays.”
“I assumed as much.”
“And…” I hesitate for half a second. “I’m bringing someone with me.”
Silence.
Then—
“…Someone?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“My friend,” I say. “Ava.”
There’s a shift in his tone immediately.
“Human?”
“Yes.”
A longer pause follows.
“Luna…”
“I know,” I cut in quickly. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” I say. “Th
