Her breath caught in her throat when she felt someone grab her hand. The grip was strong and tight, foreign and unfamiliar against her skin. Luna jolted in fright, her pulse slamming against her ribs as she spun around to see who it was. In that instant, the scene in front of her, the mother and daughter, shattered. Color bled out like watercolor in the rain, sound fractured into jagged pieces that matched the trembling in her chest, and the garden collapsed inward like glass under pressure.
When the ringing in her ears subsided, she found herself in a destroyed hallway.
