"How often will you come back?" Lisa asked me.
I looked at her. "I'll try once a month. Otherwise my big sister will kill me."
The casual way I said it made her smile despite her worries, but I could feel something flickering in my chest—uncertainty, perhaps even doubt. The truth was, I wasn't entirely convinced that Rosaluna had truly accepted my decision to leave. My sister had been surprisingly agreeable when I'd announced my plans, almost suspiciously so. Rosaluna, who couldn't bear to be separated from me for more than a day without finding some excuse to seek me out, had simply nodded and wished me well. It was so unlike her that it left me wondering what she was really thinking.
But that was a worry for another day.
"What about me?" Lisa's voice was quieter now, almost vulnerable. "Won't you come for me?"
Without hesitation, I reached out my hand toward her, palm up in invitation.
