The night reverberated with the loudness of my slap. I inhaled a sharp breath as I stared at her shocked eyes and she stared back at my raging soul.

Her porcelain skin reddened as if it was burned with a flame. Nichole lifted her hand to her cheek, stifling a cry.

“Please—I’m sorry, Luna!” she begged and faked her tears and crying. I could tell it as it was rain streaming down her face.

With her sobbing voice, the Head Doctor and Filippa appeared. Their faces were alarmed and frozen with worry. It was Filippa who spoke. “I’m sorry, Luna. We finished cleaning Deanna and left her for a second...