Carson has never had to learn what alone feels like.
A twin brother stands with him, and his family has always made room for people by more than blood, so home has never been a question.
Luna is different: a vintage van, the open road, and a habit of leaving before roots can form, because staying has never felt safe.
Her van breaks down, and Carson walks into a life arranged around departure.
He will not chase her, wipe away her past, or promise that pain is finished; he can only give her something worth remaining for.
Folded paper butterflies, the trip of a lifetime, and a love neither expected push Luna to wonder if the home she keeps fleeing might be Carson.
