Alex did not return until late the following morning. Izzy was playing with Luke in the living room, building with some blocks. So I mustered up my courage and approached him inside the kitchen, where he sat drinking a coffee and staring absent-mindedly into space.
"Alex," my voice faltered when his eyes snapped to meet mine.
"What is it, Luna?" He asked, straightening his spine.
As much as I disliked this situation we were all in when I saw this powerful being look so lost, it only built up the frustrations in my heart.
If he, someone that seemed strong enough to hold up the sky, could feel this way, what hope was there for someone as insignificant as me?
"I, I might know something about what you and Ethan were talking about last night," I slumped into the chair beside him, my hands trembling with anxiety. "At least, Hannah's soul knows some stuff."
"Go on…"
