
Luna didn't have a home. Not until Anna Kendrick found her-curled up on a park bench, too quiet for a two-year-old. She had bruises where there shouldn't be bruises, fear in her eyes, and a body far too small for her age. No one had held her. No one had fed her enough. No one had loved her. Now, in a house filled with laughter, bedtime songs, and soft movie nights, Luna learns that home isn't just a place. Sometimes, home is a person. And her name is Anna Kendrick.All Rights Reserved