“What?” I looked at her, eyebrows pulled together.

“The full moon is out,” Rita said, her voice softer now, almost reverent. “Can’t you see it?”

Her lips curved in a smile as she raised her hand, pointing toward the window.

My eyes followed her gesture and landed on the glittering light spilling from the sky. The moon hung high, white and sharp, casting its glow across the world. The humming of the moon’s pull felt like a low sound in my bones, a vibration deep inside, as if it ...