Laura’s POVI woke up to someone kicking my bed hard enough to send a spike of pain through my swollen ankle. “Up,” Vanessa said. She was standing over me with her arms crossed, already dressed in leggings and a smug smile. “Kitchen now! And the floors wouldn’t mop themselves.”I blinked, disoriented, my ankle still swollen badly and I wasn’t able to sleep well last night because of the pain. “What time is it?” I croaked. My throat was bad from crying. “Time for you to make breakfast,” Maxwell’s mother said from the doorway. She had a cup of coffee in her hand with a stream curled up, “Unless you want to skip eating again today.”I pushed myself up on my elbows, wincing. “I can’t… my ankle, it’s—”“It’s an ankle,” Maxwell’s mother cut in, sipping her coffee. “Tricia sprained her wrist once while cleaning the house but she didn’t stop. She just wrapped it and kept going. You want to be Luna? Start acting like it.”The name Tricia hit me like a slap. “I’m not Tricia,” I said, throwi
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