THEO'S POINT OF VIEW.

Her name was Luna…just Luna. I hadn’t bothered learning her last name, because I’d been too focused on what was going on at home. She was the daughter of the school’s janitor, who always had a sandwich ready for me during lunch. It was like she knew my father had starved me at home for weeks, so she had food ready for me every day.

I’d eat it alone in class when everybody else had gone to play, because if I had eaten it where anyone would see, my ...