The warm light of the dining room flickered in the evening as Luna’s anger simmered just beneath the surface. Her hand gripped the edge of her plate, the porcelain teetering as her frustration mounted. Lucas, sitting across from her, wore the expression of someone who couldn’t fully grasp the situation. He had been trying to get Luna to open up all evening, but every time he tried, she pulled further away.
“You’ve been acting strange lately, Luna,” Lucas began, his voice tinged with concern. He was trying to make sense of her behavior, but every attempt only seemed to push her further. “You’re distant. What’s going on?”
Luna stared at her plate, the food untouched. She hated the way he always tried to control things. He didn’t get it. He never did. The whole world seemed to bend around h
