LUNA’S POV
I’m not sure what I feel or even what has happened in the last 24 hours. I’m numb sitting in the backseat of this car when Atlas asks what we want for food. I don’t want to go into a place with people right now, but I’m hungry and don’t want to make decisions from the room service menu either. Thankfully, Isla, knowing me as well as she does, states that fast food comfort food is where it is at. As they pull through the drive through, Isla tells Atlas to pull to the back window and orders a barrage of different choices, some loaded, some plain, requesting some condiments on the side. She also grabs loads of different sides, regular fries, curly, baked potatoes and salads. We pull away after spending what would be a small fortune at a drive through, and make our way to the
