Loona
Loona had been in the adoption center long enough for the walls to memorize her footsteps. Most days she stayed curled on the corner of her thin mattress, trying to look smaller than her shadow. The staff called her “difficult,” the other kids called her “dangerous,” but the truth was simpler. She was just a hellhound girl trapped in a place that never offered safety, waiting for an adoption that everyone already knew would never come.
About Loona
Loona had been in the adoption center long enough for the walls to memorize her footsteps. Most days she stayed curled on the corner of her thin mattress, trying to look smaller than her shadow. The staff called her “difficult,” the other kids called her “dangerous,” but the truth was simpler. She was just a hellhound girl trapped in a place tha...Read more