Luna Donovan-Valentine
“I’m about to tear him piece by piece, limb by limb!” Theo aggressively remarked before we could even take another step into the house.
“Honey, we should hear the whole story first. Our son is washing up and he will let us know what happened. Sit down for a seco–” I was halfway to reaching Theo to let him sit and calm down, but he doesn’t let me, letting the heat of the moment get the best of him instead.
“I can’t do that, Luna. How am I supposed to do that when this boy hurt our daughter when I explicitly said he might?! I knew this was a terrible idea, I knew it.”
I watched as my husband tore the tie off his neck and threw it on the couch. He paced back and forth in the living room, disheveled hair and all as if we had not just come back from a relatively ca
