The next morning, nothing happened.
And somehow, that was worse.
No strange noises.
No symbols.
No whispers.
No mysterious notes.
Nothing.
I sat at the kitchen table staring at my cereal.
My mother moved around the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
“You're quiet.”
I looked up.
“So are you.”
She smiled faintly.
“I asked first.”
I shrugged.
“Just tired.”
She placed a cup on the table.
“You should sleep more.”
“I do sleep.”
She gave me a look.
“Luna.”
“Okay. Maybe not enough.”
She sat across from me.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then her eyes dropped to my chest.
“You're wearing it.”
I looked down.
The silver crescent pendant rested against my shirt.
I hadn't realized I'd put it on.
“When did you take that out?”
“Last night.”
Her expression changed.
Only for
