Luna Langley shook her head.
"I'm not celebrating. I'm just another year older, that's all. Nothing worth celebrating."
Silas Lockwood could tell she genuinely didn't want to celebrate her birthday.
He understood. After all, today wasn't just her birthday. Her twin brother, born on the same day of the same month in the same year, shared this birthday, but he would never celebrate another one in this lifetime.
As his older sister, she must feel a deep sense of regret and heartache for him.
Silas Lockwood didn't say anything more and simply left the nursing home with her.
On the way back, Luna Langley sat quietly in the back seat, her gaze fixed on the receding scenery. Her eyes were listless, like a doll frozen in place.
Silas glanced at her from time to time. For a moment, it was as if he saw a reflection of his former self in her.
