Chapter 33: Anastacia

The morning sun reflects off the polished chrome grill of the Land Rover idling three vehicles ahead of us in the drop-off lane. I keep my hands at the ten-and-two positions on the leather-wrapped steering wheel of my sedan, moving the car forward five feet at a time as the line advances. To my right, Luna sits in her booster seat, her small fingers picking at the silver emblem on her navy blue blazer.

"Leave the pin alone, Luna," I say, keeping my eyes on the brake lights of the SUV ahead. "It will tear the fabric."

She drops her hands into her lap, her knuckles white...