Richard
The morning started with a slam. I knew it was Simon before I even heard his voice.
He didn’t knock, he just walked into my office like he had every right. His eyes were already sharp with fury, and for a second, I thought he might actually throw a punch.
“If you care about her,” he said, “you have to stop trying to control everything.”
I didn’t move. “Simon.”
“No.” He took another step in. “She’s not going to become Luna by being coddled and protected from the pressure. She needs to be able to f**k up. She needs to find her own edges.”
I wanted to argue. I wanted to put him in his place. But I didn’t. Because I had watched Amelia try to disappear into herself too many times. I had seen her shrink when she should have been standing tall. And I had asked her to change when all
