FREYA POV
"Good morning, Mom."
"I'm in the kitchen, baby!" I called out, wiping my hands on a dish towel. I forced a bright, warm smile onto my face. "I made your favorite! Blueberry pancakes are waiting."
But I noticed the footsteps didn't move toward the stairs. Instead, I heard her whispering.
A cold prickle of intuition moved down my spine. I set the orange juice carton on the counter and walked toward the hallway. I crept to the base of the stairs and looked up. Luna was sitting on the top step, her back to me. She was holding something small and sleek—a pink-cased smartphone I had never seen before.
"I missed you too," Luna whispered into the screen. She giggled, and the sound made my heart stop.
I didn't think before I moved, clearing the stairs in three strides. Luna jumped a
