Luna was fourteen the first time she asked to see the letter.By then, she already knew the basics of her story. Dante and Mia had been careful about it, giving her the truth in small pieces as she grew up. She knew about Elena. She knew about the note pinned to a blanket on a cold spring night and a mother who had trusted a stranger with everything she owned. She even knew about Viktor; he still visited twice a year, and over the last decade, she’d grown to actually like him in his own quiet way. He was a part of her life, but he never once threatened the title of "Dad," which belonged solely to Dante.But she’d never asked to actually read the letter until one autumn evening. She’d come home from school with a certain kind of restlessness—the kind Mia recognized immediately as a teenager finally wanting the full story.Dante pulled it from the same locked drawer where it had sat for fourteen years. The paper felt soft and worn. He sat beside her on the study sofa while she read it s
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