Luna stared, her mind refusing to process what she was seeing.
She had been here. Right here. Luna had seen her. Heard her. Felt the reality of her presence.
But now...nothing.
"Luca?" She said, her voice small and shaky.
He turned, a look of mild surprise on his face.
"Luna? What are you doing up? I thought you'd be asleep by now."
She didn't answer. Instead, she rushed forward, her eyes scanning every inch of the balcony.
She looked over the railing—maybe the woman had jumped?
But no, the drop was 150 feet to the forest floor, and there was no body, no sound of impact.
She looked up—maybe she'd climbed?
But the branches above were empty.
She looked at the floor where the woman had stood.
There should have been...something. Blood, maybe. Some sign of her presence. But the wooden planks were clean. Unmarked.
"Luna?" Luca said again, his tone now concerned. "What's wrong? You look...pale."
She turned to him, her eyes wide. "Where is she?"
"Where is who?"
