My father did not even bother phoning me or sending me a letter. I also missed my mother and her ridiculous over the top behaviour. Both of them abandoned me.

It's been a week, and I was curled in the warmth of cabin, cooking, watering the plants in our greenhouse, cleaning the already squeaky clean floors and washing leftover plates. The moment I tried to step outside, my lips quivered, and my toes went numb. Even the guard standing closer to our cabin skittered away whenever I attempted a conversation.

They feared me because I was a Luna. That's the last thing I wanted.

With a sigh, I turned around...