She paused, pressing her free hand to her chest, as if holding her breaking heart in place. "Please tell her… tell my little moon to be strong for Daddy. And… thank you for holding her. It means more than you know."
Alina felt a small tug on her sleeve.. tiny, warm hands pressing into the soft fabric. She looked down and saw Luna's big red eyes, filled with fresh tears that clung stubbornly to her lashes. Her lips trembled, opening and closing like she didn't know how to make her voice come out.
"Luna wants to talk to you…" Alina said softly, her chest squeezing at the quiet desperation in those baby eyes. She gently pressed the phone into Luna's small hand, curling her fingers around it.
Luna sniffed, pushing back her messy hair with her wrist as she lifted the phone to her ear. "Mom…" she breathed, her voice so tiny it made Alina's eyes sting.
