When he finally hung up, the sadness that rang in his voice lingered around my heart with painful spasms. It took a long time before I thought I could control the shake in my voice to call Moon. Her Mind-I must've broken because all I heard instead of ringing was a series of strange clicks. I hung up and tried Franco. He picked up on the second ring.

"Franco, I need to speak to Moon. Is she there?"

"Oh, shit," he said. A door slammed on the other end of the receiver. ...