Billie.
I was halfway through trying to convince Milo not to claim the fancy throw pillows as his new chew toys when Mom casually drops, "We were thinking your birthday party could be a costume party. Any comic character you like."
I blinked at her. "Wait—what?"
Dad nods like it's the most normal thing ever. "Yeah. You've been an amazing hero to Luna. It felt right."
Luna, all smiles, bobs her head enthusiastically. "You're like… my own Wonder Woman. But cooler. And less into gold cuffs."
I feel my heart do this weird fluttery thing—right before it cracks just a little, because if anyone should've heard that and smiled like a dork, it's Lexus.
But I don't want to talk about him. I'm not talking about him.
Still, I grin. "That's the best idea ever. Thanks, guys."
Grandma sips her tea with suspicious amusement and chimes in, "You'll see my costume in the morning."
