RYKER’S POV

And so it was. I watched as my mother walked quietly to the dining table in a section of the living room that she had converted to a dining area, as she carefully picked up a jug of water and poured it into cups, then carefully carried them and handed them over to us before arranging her skirt neatly, then sat.

She looked so delicate despite looking like she had not been dealt a good life, and yet still carried herself with grace, just like a Luna would.

Papa Chen had already ...