“I’m sorry! Are you alright?” it was a sweet, male voice. Luna instinctively opened her eyes and looked up into the face of Mark .
“I’m fine!” Luna averted her gaze.
“Why are you wearing sunglasses?” Mark handed the glasses to her. Luna looked at him again. His eyes widened when they locked gazes.
“I’m sorry! I have to go!” Luna shoved on her sunglasses and rushed to the class, very near tears. He had seen her abnormal eyes.

She picked up her bag, and ran as hard as she could, down the stairs and to the gate where her mother was waiting.

Luna was silent all the way home in the car.