¿Puede la ondulación cambiar una marea?

Part diez

Luna walked down the spiral staircase. She twirled the ring in her hand. The sun pattern was in the center, surrounded by smaller dots. It was pretty and looked old.

Was it some sort of a family crest?

Luna stopped on the stairs and pulled her phone out. She snapped a few pictures of the ring. Just in case...

She looked at the ring again. The Sun. Her dreams had always been hinting at a sun, the sun charm that belonged in her necklace... Nina had said she was the moon, and the sun represented the missing piece of her—

Now, as soon as they had gotten back from Cancun, she was bombarded with suns from everywhere. Even the sunflowers...

She looked at the ring again, decided to be daring for a moment, and tried it on. It fit barely and barely on her index finger.

Luna shook her head again while pulling it off. This all was too much.

It couldn't be... Surely, she would have noticed it sooner...

Luna had never been raised religious, she had only gone to church a few times with Simon and his family, but it was kind of hard to not believe that there was some bigger force in the world. Something that was giving her signs now.

"Luna?" A voice shook her out of her thoughts. Luna looked up and saw Isla look at her from the foot of the stairs. Luna instinctively closed her hand around the ring. "Everything okay? You've been standing there like a statue."

"Oh, yeah, definitely." Luna nodded and hopped the last of the stairs down. "Uh, didn't you say you had a meeting?"

"I did, but—" Isla spoke while walking into the kitchen and Luna decided to follow her. "—they are having technical issues over in Australia, so it got delayed." She sighed as she flipped the coffee maker on, "I do not want to go meet the representatives in person, so they better get their act together. It is completely ridiculous..."

"Aha." Luna just nodded.

"I'm sorry." Isla shook her head as she grabbed a cup from a cupboard. "I shouldn't be complaining about my job to you, that's what I have a husband for, but he's not here so I can't complain to him. Although that's not really true, husbands are good for a lot of things, not just for complaining, at least mine is."

There was a really soft and affectionate look in her eyes as she placed the cup on the counter. Luna just nodded, while she tried to very inconspicuously look at the inner side of Isla's left wrist.

There was no tattoo.

Well, at least it made sense why Luna hadn't noticed it before.

How was that possible? Luna was 100 % certain that she had seen it in the picture. Her eyesight wasn't that bad—actually her eyesight was perfect. She knew what she had seen.

Okay, the picture had probably been taken 20 years ago, but... Tattoos didn't just disappear, did they? Or could you get them removed? Luna did not know.

Why would you get a tattoo of a sun, and then get it removed? Luna looked at the ring again—

"What do you have there?"

"Oh," Luna looked up again and met Isla's eyes. "Is this yours?"

Luna walked closer and opened her hand from around the ring.

"Where did you get that?" Isla's eyes widened and she hastily glanced at her right hand.

"It was on the floor of the hall on the second floor." Luna answered and handed her the ring.