Aurora’s POV

Luna Melissa was waiting for me by the entryway, her arms folded and lips pressed together as she watched me come inside.

My new haircut was still fresh, the crisp clothes hugged my frame, and the designer backpack felt heavier on my shoulder than anything she’d ever given me.

I carried two shopping bags, and I could feel her gaze flick from one detail to the next, suspicion written across her face.

She hung back, acting as if she was worried, but really she just didn’t ...