Luna sat in her car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, the weight of the world pressing down on her chest. For a moment, she considered calling Lucas. He was the one person who had always been there for her—her rock, her protector. But as the phone’s screen lit up, she hesitated. If she told him about Carla's disappearance, he'd immediately question why she hadn’t called sooner. Worse, he'd find out that they had gone to the club last night, and that would only escalate things. Lucas would be furious, and Luna couldn’t bear to hear his disappointment in her. She could already picture the look of concern on his face, the words that would follow—I told you to be careful, Luna.
The last thing she wanted was to face his anger right now. She wasn’t sure how to explain the situation to him w
