Sifting through the stacks of documents my mother had gathered, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of chaos. Every page, every note, scattered and disorganized, only fueled my mounting frustration. It wasn’t just the mess on the surface—it was the unending questions that these fragmented notes hinted at. Just glancing at them made my head pound, and I could feel my patience thinning with each passing second. But amidst the disarray, one crucial truth was becoming alarmingly clear: Luna Fiona needed to be contained. We couldn’t risk her escaping, not when she might be the key to understanding this web of lies and threats surrounding us. Interrogating her could reveal why she’d been here for so long, lurking in the shadows. And then there was Damon—another threat I didn’t know how to handle
