FAYE
I was standing on the balcony, just looking outside as my thoughts spiraled.
I was alone now, far from the clinic, and yet the word followed me as clearly as if it had been spoken right beside my ear again.
Luna.
I rested my hands against the railing, staring ahead without really seeing anything. My thoughts refused to line up properly, bumping into each other instead, circling the same moment over and over.
I knew what I had heard.
But Roman said he hadn’t called me anything. He hadn’t even spoken at all.
There had been no hesitation in his denial. No instinctive backtracking. He’d looked confused—almost startled—by my reaction, as if he’d been caught in the middle of something he didn’t understand.
And that was why this unsettled me so deeply.
Roman didn’t even know what a
