“But, Luna. I really didn’t mean it. I was just really--”
Fae Aurora raised her hand, signaling for us to be quiet at the dinner table. Her face, usually so bright and animated, was pale and drawn.
“Mom, please drink some water first,” I urged, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m worried about you--”
Fae Aurora cut me off with a weak smile. “Just a little misunderstanding, honey. It’s nothing a glass of water and a good night’s sleep can’t fix.” She reached for the glass I held out, her hand shaking slightly.
“Mom...”
“Barbara, it’s okay, I’m fine.” Fae Aurora sighed and gently stroked my hair.
“Really, mom? You’re so pale and weak.” I touched her hand in fearness.
Fae Aurora’s hand trembled violently as she reached for the water glass, sloshing it onto the tablecloth.
“I’m fine,”
