Kookie:
As I stare at my parents, sitting on a couch in the Luna’s living room, I think I am dreaming. They haven’t really aged in the past six years, apart from the strand of gray hair that my mother has grown, which has only made her even more beautiful.
The moment only lasts for a few seconds before it hits me—this could be a setup, and Levi might be using them to get me to help him. But Luna Jasmine would never do that to me, would she?
“Kookie,” my father calls out to me, then rushes toward me, throwing an arm around me. He presses me to his chest, and I swear to the goddess, I want to be still, push him away, and not accept the hug, but my hands wrap around him involuntarily.
My mother stands close to us, staring at me with tears shimmering in her eyes. I cannot imagine how they
