Chapter 10

“I’m not even sure where to start,” I mumbled, staring at the job board in the corner of the small café. “Secretary, server, admin assistant... nothing about painting.” “Mom,” Luna tugged my sleeve. “You love painting, right?” I looked down at her. “I do, sweetheart. But painting won’t pay the rent. Not yet, anyway.” “You could teach it,” she said brightly. “That’s not a bad idea,” I smiled. “But first we need something stable.” Luna tilted her head. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?” I blinked. “Of what?” “That I won’t like it here. That I’ll be sad,” she shrugged. “But I’m not. I like it. I like us.” I felt my chest tighten. “You’re okay with all this? With the new place, the school, the language—” “I’m okay,” she said firmly. “I’m happy because you’re happy.” Before I could respond, my phone rang again. Susan. I answered. “Hi.” “Anna. Are you busy right now?” Her voice was quick, nervous. “I’m with Luna,” I said, already bracing for something serious. “What’s going on?” “I