Luna looked thoughtful for a moment before saying quietly.
"And you know what's the strangest part of this whole ordeal?"
Luca turned to her, brow raised. "What exactly is that?"
Luna smirked like it was the funniest joke and sarcastically said,
"It's the fact that, for some reason, my mother—the same woman who distanced herself from everyone else, even her own mother and sister, the people she loved most—did not distance herself from her husband. Even when she shut out the entire village, she stayed close to him."
Luca frowned. "That doesn't sound like her at all."
"It doesn't at all." Luna nodded slightly, her tone sad. "And what's worse is that even when we were born...it was the same."
"Apparently, when we were born, both Lulu and I fell terribly ill. It was a strange disease—painful, mysterious. Grandmother said we cried for days, and there was nothing anyone could do. It wasn't fatal, but it caused unbearable pain, spreading through the village that year."
