Moon managed a nod, a weak smile tugging at her lips even as her insides screamed. Deep down, she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her and maybe close again with a nice, neat lid. "Who… who is that man?" she whispered, forcing her voice not to crack, hoping Cassius hadn't heard her.
Sweat soaked the pits of her brand new dress. It trickled down her back. She felt like she was taking a dip in a hot pool.
Before Peter could answer, Cassius spoke, his voice smooth and calm. "Is this the woman you married?" he asked Peter, though his eyes remained fixed on Moon's face, as if searching for something he couldn't quite place.
Moon's throat went dry. "I… I can explain," she blurted out automatically, even though she had absolutely no explanation and no idea how she was even going to explain this situation.
