Luna's POV

The next day at school, I can't stop thinking about the letter I received yesterday. I keep it folded in my pocket, and I find myself touching it every few minutes just to make sure it's still there. The words keep repeating in my mind: "Coach Margaret knows more about your parents than she's letting on."

I've been thinking about this all night, turning it over and over in my head until I couldn't sleep. By morning, I've made up my mind about what I need to do. I'm going to confront ...