The only heads-up Luna gave me was this:
Her mother was here to prove that I was wrong for her. That she'd do everything in her power to make that case—build it, argue it, win it—and drag her daughter back from the devil's claws.
I was the devil in this situation.
And the warning came too late, when Maria and I were already heading toward the private office by the time Luna caught my hand in the hallway, pulled me close, and whispered it all in a rush of panicked breath.
Her fingers were tight around mine. Her eyes were wide with the specific anxiety of a woman who loved two people and knew one of them was about to try to destroy the other.
I kissed her forehead.
Told her it would be fine.
She whispered something that made me choke... then I followed Maria into the office.
Now I sat across from her.
Dr. Maria.
Luna's mother.
