[Luna]
"I'm Phoebe Salvador."
My mouth hung open at her confession. But that didn't make sense with her current... childlike form.
"Where's Nikolai?" the girl asked, looking around again. "Where's Uncle Nicolo? They were supposed to meet me at the coast."
Uncle Nicolo?
She called my husband... 'uncle.'
A suspicion was forming in my mind, seemingly both impossible and strange at the same time, but nothing else explained what I was seeing.
Hence, to test it, just to try my luck, I asked: "What year is it?"
The girl looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "What year? It's 20xx. Why?"
My breath caught in amazement.
That was fifteen years ago.
Fifteen years before this moment, before Camilla's shooting, before Phoebe's death or any of this had happened.
I stared at the little girl—at yo
