Luna Lyra
“Welcome home.”
She returned the smile, just as warm. “Thank you, Luna.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve told you to stop calling me that when we’re alone. You’re my sister, remember?”
“Fine,” she said with a playful sigh. “Lyra.”
She laughed, and for the first time in a while, I felt truly relaxed. After we pulled apart, she spotted Leo toddling around the living room, babbling something to his nanny.