She takes me to her bedroom and shows me Meghan’s pictures. Luna Sky praises her daughter, sending arrows into my broken heart. Mom never adequately talked about me. Never. Even before I started talking, even before I got my wolf, and after I did.
Would things have been different if mom had spoken nicely about me? Perhaps even mentioning the only thing she is proud of me. Anything good I took after her?
Luna Sky doesn’t notice my change in demeanour and she continues speaking. She opens another album and points to Meghan. Meghan’s cute strawberry-filled pyjamas make me realize the clothes I am wearing belong to her.
She keeps talking, and I keep asking myself questions. And when she shows me another picture of the same woman I saw inside her office, I can’t help but wonder where the lun
