She wanted to open her mouth, but she couldn't. Words failed her as she sat there, especially when the old man came in. She automatically crossed herself when she heard him cuss in the church. Her eyes, puffy and dark from a mixture of lack of sleep and tears, peered at the old man, and then back to the priest. A look that said she was overwhelmed was upon her face.

Luna wanted to flee at that point. She murmured in Spanish her distress, her head was hurting. The doctor had said the poison would have long lasting effects in her and she was certainly feeling them in the way her heart began to flutter in a way that wasn't a good sign. She looked like she would faint at any given moment.