And then I saw them. Three figures standing close to me.
Alexander. Irene. And Mrs. Adams.
For a moment, I just blinked, trying to register why they were all standing so still, their attention fixed on me as though I had just returned from a long journey. My throat was dry, but words managed to scrape out.
“What… happened?”
My voice cracked. The silence that followed stretched for what felt like forever until Mrs. Adams finally moved closer. Her lips curled into a gentle smile, one of those smiles meant to soothe rather than celebrate.
“Welcome back, Luna,” she said softly. “How do you feel this morning?”
I swallowed, uncertain whether I should even try to speak again. “I—I think I’m fine.”
But was I? The more I searched my head, the more fragmented everything felt. Pieces of last n
