Danilo knelt, kissed Luna's forehead, whispered something, and left. The door didn't slam. It sighed.
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After an hour, she heard a small sound. A creak of the floorboard. Luna stood in the doorway, her eyes wide, her mouth a tight, sealed envelope. In her hand, she held a crumpled piece of paper. kissed Luna's forehead