He titled his head. "You two seem close."
She frowned. "Is that weird to you?"
He shrugged again, his eyes drifting to the window like he didn't care. "Not weird. Just foreign."
Lydia hesitated, watching him. "You're not close to your mom?"
He was silent for a beat too long. Then, without looking at her, he muttered. "Not really."
She stepped closer, just a little. "Why?"
Ethan's jaw clenched. "Because she's not really...there."
Lydia titled her head. "What do you mean?"
He pushed off the doorframe and walked across the room. His fingers ran along the edge of the nightstand absently like he was thinking too hard but didn't want to look like it.
"My mother is a Luna in title only," he said finally. "She's quiet. Distant. Says what she is supposed to say when my
