*Raven*

I blink a few times and am glad the Luna hasn’t handed me the picture to hold because I would probably drop it and shatter the glass all over the packed-earth floor.

“What did you say your daughter’s name is?” My voice is a whisper, and I hope that it doesn’t betray the emotions that are welling up inside of me.

“Her name is Raven.” Luna Delaney speaks as if she believes her daughter is still alive somewhere.

I believe she is, too.

“King ...