ANMELDENThe memorial hall belonged to the Rodriguez family in the way that only old money owns things, quietly, completely, without needing to say so. The room was panelled in dark wood and the flowers were white and arranged with the precision of a function rather than a grief. The urn sat on a table at the front, polished and alone, and the grey morning light came through the high windows and fell across it without warmth.There was no coffin. There was nothing to put in one.Ethan stood near the front, slightly apart from the cluster of family and guests. He had not moved closer to the table and he had not moved away from it. He stood in the space between and his hands were at his sides and his eyes were on the urn and the suit he wore was the right suit and his face was doing the right things and none of it was reaching anything below the surface.He kept thinking about the wedding photograph. The one he had put back on the nightstand. The one he had been unable to look at since and unabl
**LUNA'S POINT OF VIEW**She was awake before Mara knocked.Lying on her back in the dark, staring at the ceiling, aware of each separate part of her body the way you are aware of things that have been recently damaged. Ribs when she breathed too deep. Both arms from shoulder to wrist with the dull residue of the previous day's work. Her legs, which had started the week feeling like her own legs and now felt like something she was borrowing from someone who ran much more than she did.She sat up before the knock came and that small thing mattered to her in a way she did not try to explain.The training ground looked the same as every morning. Damp. Cold at the edges. The sky still the grey of early light that had not yet committed to being day. But when Luna reached the bottom of the path and her eyes adjusted, she saw it was not the same.Mara was there. And beside her, two people Luna had not seen before. Both of them built with the particular density of people who had been doing ph
**LUNA'S POINT OF VIEW**Kate did not wait.The morning after Troy's dismissal, before the light had fully settled over the estate grounds, a woman appeared at Luna's bedroom door. Compact, short-haired, with the particular economy of movement that belongs to people who have spent years doing things with their bodies that most people cannot. She told Luna to change into the clothes on the chair and come downstairs in ten minutes.Her name was Mara. She did not offer more than that.The training ground was at the rear of the estate, a wide flat space with a running track along the perimeter and an area toward the far end with equipment Luna did not yet know the names of. The grass was still damp underfoot and the air had a chill that had not burned off yet and Luna stood at the edge of it in her new clothes and felt the distance between who she currently was and what this space was designed to produce.Mara pointed at the track. "Three laps. Move."Luna moved.The first lap was managea
LUNA’S POINT OF VIEWThe knock came softly.Three gentle taps, followed by a quiet voice from the other side of the door.“Breakfast is ready whenever you want, miss.”Footsteps moved away after that.Luna stayed still.She did not answer. She did not move. She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, letting the silence return and settle again.It still felt strange.Everything about this place felt strange.The bed beneath her was too soft, too deep. It held her body in a way that made it hard to tell where her weight ended and the mattress began. It was nothing like the thin prison bed. Nothing like the hard bench. Nothing like the narrow space she had learned to sleep in without moving too much.Her body had not adjusted yet.It kept waiting.Waiting for noise. Waiting for shouting. Waiting for the sound of metal doors slamming. Waiting for footsteps outside that did not belong to safety.None of it came.Only quiet.Only stillness.She inhaled slowly.The air was clean. No smok
SARA’S POINT OF VIEWThe house did not feel like mine when I stepped back inside.It looked the same. The same polished floors, the same arrangement of furniture, the same faint scent of whatever flowers had been replaced that morning. Nothing had moved. Nothing had changed.But it did not feel like mine.It felt like something had shifted underneath it. Like the ground had been lifted slightly out of place and set back down wrong, just enough that every step felt uncertain even though everything appeared steady.The front room was still.Not quiet in a calm way. Quiet in a way that pressed against the skin. The kind that holds the shape of something that just happened and refuses to let it fade.I stood near the doorway for a moment and looked at the armchair.It was empty now.A few hours ago, my father had been sitting there like a man who had been hollowed out from the inside. I had never seen him like that. Not once in my life. Not when business deals failed, not when people betr
**SARA'S POINT OF VIEW**The house felt wrong before I even got through the door.I noticed it the way you notice a change in temperature before you can explain why. The hallway light was on but the front room was too still, the kind of still that means someone is in it but not moving, and when I turned the corner my father was sitting in the armchair by the window with his hands on his knees and his head slightly bowed and the look of a man who had received something that had taken his legs out from under him.I had never seen him sit like that. Not once in my life.Mom was standing near the sideboard with her arms crossed, and she looked at me when I came in with an expression that told me something had already happened and she was waiting to see what I did with it."What is it," I said."The prison fire," Mom said. Her voice was careful. "Luna did not make it out."I looked at my father.He did not lift his head.I knew the right response. I had always been good at knowing the righ
ETHAN’S POINT OF VIEWHe started with the wardrobe.It made sense. That was where most of her things lived. The easiest place to begin. The most obvious place to prove that she was gone.He pulled the doors open and stood there for a long time without moving.Her clothes were still arranged the way
LUNA'S POINT OF VIEWThe bruises had started turning yellow when they came to see me.That dull yellow color that sits under the skin like something old and tired. My eye had gone down a little but it still hurt when I blinked too fast. My ribs were worse. Every breath reminded me they were there.
LUNA’S POINT OF VIEWThe courtroom was colder than I expected. Not just the air. Everything felt cold. The walls, the floor, the way people looked at me like I was already decided.I sat beside my lawyer and kept my hands in my lap so no one would see them shaking. I had not slept. Every time I clo
LUNA'S POINT OF VIEWThey left me alone for a long time.I did not know how long. Time did not move properly in that place. It stretched and folded and stopped making sense. There were no windows I could see clearly. Just a small opening high on the wall that let in a dull grey light that never see







