#Chapter 60- Moon Daughter

Cora She came to me when I was taking Riley out to breakfast. The tires rumbled steadily against the road, a low lullaby beneath Riley’s soft breathing in the back seat since he had gone back to sleep. Outside, the street stretched like a ribbon into the horizon, lit only by the pale moon. The edges of my vision blurred with exhaustion. But I couldn’t stop. Not yet. There were still so many things that needed to be done to set up this new life for me and my son. His face haunted every mile, every mile marker, every stretch of road I passed. I glanced at Riley in the rearview mirror. He was curled in his car seat, his thumb nestled under his chin, hair tousled from the restless sleep of a child torn from everything he knew. I swallowed hard and turned my eyes back to the road. And then, like a flicker of static in my bloodstream, I felt it. A stirring. It started as a flutter in my chest, barely more than a breath—then it flared like a spark catching dry tinder. My