Mom pulled a chair closer and sat down, taking a moment before speaking.
The way she held herself—
The way her hands rested together—
It was clear.
She was trying to stay composed.
But she was emotional.
We could all see it.
“I got to talk to your mate… in a very personal way,” she began softly. “And aside from the fact that I made it very clear I’m a strange Luna…”
A small, almost embarrassed smile touched her lips.
“She told me how much she loves each one of you. For making her feel safe… when she thought she had no way to feel safe after everything she’s been through.”
Her voice grew warmer as she spoke.
Full of something that felt like pride.
“Boys… I know you can be a handful,” she continued, her tone gently teasing but serious underneath. “And if you ever need to act the
