Luna's POV

Maya still won't answer my calls. I've tried calling her at least fifteen times since our confrontation at the coffee shop yesterday, and every single call goes straight to voicemail. It feels like a punch to the gut.

I stare down at my phone, my thumb hovering over her contact again. Part of me wants to keep calling until she finally picks up, to keep trying until I can make her understand that leaving her team wasn't about her or our friendship. But another part of me knows that ...