Chapter 23: Anastasia

I look back at the picnic blanket, my muscles freezing the instant Vivian speaks. Before I can even take a step, Luna drops the cedar block she is holding. It hits the wooden fortress with a loud clatter, knocking down the wall we just spent twenty minutes building.

She looks up at Vivian, then looks at my face. She must see the sudden stillness in my eyes because her face changes instantly. Her small fingers reach out, bunching the fabric of my skirt into her fists. She pulls herself tight against my leg, burying her face directly into my knee.

She is shaking. For five years, her...