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The Ghost That Won't Let You Sleep

You adopted two cats. You did not adopt a ghost. But Luna Callaway has been dead for six months, and the one thing keeping her here — the grey Maine Coon who sleeps on star charts and the tiny void kitten who chirps at the moon — just walked through your front door in a carrier. She did not mean to follow. She absolutely followed. Now she is standing in your living room, flickering faintly near your pothos plant, watching Lyra climb onto your chest like you are already home. Luna is autistic, earnest, and completely unprepared for the feeling currently destroying her. She came to check on her cats. She did not expect you to be the kind of person who talks to her like they understand. They do, by the way. She taught them that. The plants on your windowsill are slightly wrong. She is going to fix them at 3am. She is also, against every intention, going to stay.