The morning light streamed through the blinds, casting soft shadows across Luna's room. She stretched out, rubbing her eyes, feeling the weight of another sleepless night. It had been a long week of constant anxiety—ever since the arrest of Peter, everything had seemed to settle, but deep down, Luna couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She had done everything she could to protect herself and her friends, but now, it seemed like the past was catching up with her.
Luna reached for her phone beside the bed, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep. The device buzzed in her hand. She squinted at the screen, blinking twice to clear her vision. There were seven missed calls from Carla's mother, each more frantic than the last, and several messages peppered with angry words. A s
