She found herself in the garden where they'd danced just hours before. The fairy lights still twinkled in the morning sun, but they looked sad now, like stars that had lost their way.

Luna sank onto the bench where Grayson had confessed his love, her mind reeling. If Roberts was right, if she really was Luna Winters, then everything she'd believed about herself was a carefully constructed lie. The foster families, the group homes, the struggle to survive—all of it built on a foundation of ...