Luna’s POV
The weight of his words pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Because he was right.
He had locked his past away, shoved it behind closed doors, behind cold stares and half-truths, pretending it didn’t exist.
But it did.
And now it was standing between us like a ghost that refused to be forgotten.
I turned my gaze back to the crib. The dust-coated wood. The faded blue blanket still draped over the side.
A part of Alexander had lived in this room. A part of him had died here, too.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep my voice steady. “What happened to him?”
Alexander didn’t answer right away.
When I finally looked at him, I saw something I never had before.
Fear.
Not the kind that came from power or control.
The kind that came from loss.
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