Mia woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust, but then the weight on her conscience hit her with full force. Owen. Her father trusted her. He trusted her so much that he had left her alone, believing she would keep her promise to move in with Nolan. She hadn't done that. She had slept in her old room, in her old house, as if nothing had changed.
She sat up in bed, ran her hands over her face, and sighed. Guilt gnawed at her. She hated disappointing Owen, especially now, with so many truths coming to light. Mia was a moon child. And that title seemed to carry the weight of the world.
She got up slowly and went to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the hot water run over her body. She washed herself as if she could wash away the chaos, the doubts, and especially the conflict within herself.
“You need to stop running away,” Prata muttered in her mind, like a more sensible, firmer voice. “Nolan is trying, and yo
