The playdate's address was two miles past that bridge.
He leaned closer to the screen. Luna— future Luna —looked directly into the camera lens. Directly at him. Her lips moved, slowly, deliberately. He was a terrible lip-reader, but he caught a few words. oogomovies
Oogomovies , it read. The letters were a wobbly, purple mess: two 'o's that looked like staring eyes, a 'g' like a drooping tail, and the rest trailing off into a squiggle. The playdate's address was two miles past that bridge
The second sighting was in the condensation on the bathroom mirror. Milo was shaving, half-asleep, when he noticed the word had reappeared. Oogomovies . Same double 'o'. Same drooping 'g'. Luna was still in her crib downstairs. There was no way she could have reached the mirror. He wiped it clean with a towel, his heart tapping a little faster than usual. Directly at him
He forgot about it for a week.
All that remained was the memory of her face, and the echo of a warning.