HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON
One little girl cried, stomping so hard dust exploded around her tiny feet.
A boy shoved his little brother into the grass over the last sip of someone's water bottle. Their mother rushed to them, yelling at him to be nice to his brother, her voice cracking with exhaustion.
It was afternoon already, and no one had eaten a damn thing.
I thought I was the exception until my stomach growled, loudly, a deep, embarrassing rumble that seemed to echo across the lawn.
The old man heard it because he squinted up at me through the glare. "Sounds like you are starving too, girl," he muttered. "I wonder what the hell is taking those chefs so long? The whole pack's going to start chewing on each other ou