Lulu stared at the ground, shoulders hunched. She couldn't meet her mother's gaze or was too scared to do so, since she didn't how she was looking back at her.
Luna stood beside her, her hands clenched into fists, looking between her parents and the crowd like she didn't know where she belonged anymore.
Her face was full of many emotions—sadness, anger, regret and she looked like she had so many things to say.
Seeing this, Luca felt a pang in his chest.
Pushing away your own mother, cutting her off completely...that wasn't healthy.
Not for Luna. Not for anyone.
He could see the regret already eating at her, the way her gaze kept flickering toward Leona and then darting away like she'd been burned.
He decided to give her a chance.
"Luna." He said gently, loud enough for the crowd to hear but soft enough to feel personal. "Do you want to say anything? Anything at all? Whatever's on your mind...this is a safe space."
"No one's going to judge you."
The square went quiet.
