Elena POV

“Turn up the heat,” I said to the driver as the woman and I settled fully into the back seat, while Lily moved smoothly into the seat at the front.

“Yes, Luna.”

“How old is your son?” I asked, after giving her a little time to adjust.

“He’s fifteen,” she replied slowly.

“So, a sophomore.”

“No, he’s not,” her face hardened slightly, I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been looking closely, “he’s not in high school.”

I paused, exchanging ...