[Luna]
I watched Kain fire at my daughter and I just stood there, wincing at the sound.
The crack of the rifle echoed through the trees, and I flinched like I’d been the one hit.
Even when Camilla turned to look at us, her face twisted in shock and betrayal, blood already spreading across her shoulder—I couldn’t bear to face her.
I looked away like some sort of coward.
Turned my head to the side and stared at the trees, at the darkening sky, at anything except my daughter’s eyes finding mine across the distance.
What kind of mother was I?
The question burned through my mind in a relentless manner.
What kind of mother stood by and watched while someone shot her own child?
But Kain was right. Wasn’t he?
Camilla had grown into something of a heartless little monster. Manipulative, c
