Liam and Luna waited until the house went quiet.

The hallway light dimmed. The sound of Ivy’s steps faded. Lisa’s voice drifted from the living room, low and distracted by her phone. The house settled into its night sounds. Only then did Luna sit up on her bed.

Liam rolled onto his side, facing her. His eyes were bright. Too awake.

“You talked to him,” Liam said in a low voice. It wasn’t a question.

Luna nodded slowly. She slid down from the top bunk and landed softly on the floor. ...