Caleb just sat there, mouth hanging open, eyes wide like he just got smacked.
"F-Fiona…? The good girl? Maya's kid?!"
Luna hissed, white-knuckling the wheel. "Yeah. Fiona. Maya's youngest."
The car went dead quiet, heavy as hell. Caleb's brain felt like somebody was beating it with a hammer of confusion.
Lucy blinked, dropped her gaze, her face dark. "If that was really Fiona… then Maya's been watching you this whole damn time. Both you and Melisa."
The car rolled on. Fiona—the girl that almost got hit—just gave 'em one look and kept walking like she owned the street. Calm, flat, cold as ice—straight up didn't give a damn.
Luna tapped the wheel, breathing sharp. "Why the hell you never told me about her, Caleb?!" Her voice cut like a blade, pissed and fed up.
Caleb snapped his head at her, face twisted. "I… I'm just as shocked! Shit… Fiona—she was sweet, nice. That's how I remember her. She never acted like her mom…"
