George
"I can't believe you said that to him, George. You're lucky he didn't put your desk through the window...or your head, because I know I would have!" My Luna admonished, still glowering at me.
"I didn't mean it. It just came out in the heat of the moment," I admitted sheepishly, feeling deeply ashamed at how I had spoken to my son.
"Well that is a relief," her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Because if that was a calm and measured response, I would kill you myself!"
Her eyes were filled with fire. The same fire that still drove me crazy to this day 28 years later.
"I know…but he doesn't understand…" I sighed, feeling a heavy weight pressing down on me.
"That's because you try to keep all the dangers to yourself, trying to shield us so much you don't realise the damage you're doing
