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Ariel stepped forward and placed her palm flat against the glass. "You don't have to be silent to be heard," she said softly. "And you don't have to shout to be seen."

Luna looked at her card and understood. She closed her eyes and let the hum of the fog become a language. It's lonely, she whispered. The fog is lonely. It forgot how to be touched. luna maya ariel

Panic began to creep in, cold as cellar air. Ariel stepped forward and placed her palm flat

, the middle child, was a hurricane in human form. Her laugh cracked the morning quiet. She painted murals on the sidewalk with colored chalk and once taught a stray cat to fetch a bottle cap. Her bed was a nest of crumpled drawings, missing socks, and one very patient fern named Kevin. Maya believed that if you weren't making a mess, you weren't making anything at all. She closed her eyes and let the hum