Ethan POV

Grace releases my hand and walks away.

The loss hits me immediately. Like something vital just slipped through my fingers. Something I can't name but desperately need.

I watch her maintain perfect posture. Perfect grace. The ideal Luna making a dignified exit.

But I can feel it. The effort it's taking her. The way she's forcing herself to stay composed when everything inside her must be screaming.

The guilt crushes my chest. Makes it hard ...