Morning came too quickly. Luna woke to find Grayson already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his mother's letter in his hands, reading it again in the pale dawn light.

"How long have you been up?" she asked softly, sitting up and moving beside him.

"A few hours. I couldn't sleep." His voice was hoarse from crying. "I keep reading this, trying to find something I missed. Some clue that would have told me the truth years ago."

Luna gently took the letter from his hands and set ...