CALLUM
Bracing myself, I stood behind the intricately carved mahogany door, the weight of the conversation ahead pressing down on me. I had no idea how this would unfold, but it was long overdue.
With a quiet sigh, I rapped my fingers against the door, knocking three times. The room was silent for a moment, then I heard faint movement before a calm “Come in” called from the inside.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. It was a quaint, cozy space, the warm colors of the décor giving it a comfortable, intimate feel. This was Marmee’s personal living room, her sanctuary when she wasn’t caught up in her Luna duties.
I kicked off my boots by the door, my feet sinking into the plush carpet as I walked toward her. The scent of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air, a familiar
