THE FORGOTTEN LUNA novel Chapter 32

ADESSA.

“The men who took you, did they hurt you?” He asked, and I contemplated whether I should admit my crime, but I didn’t want to. Telling someone I killed two people meant I really did it. I was still trying to pretend it was just a nightmare.

“No. I was able to get away.” I replied before throwing another question to distract him. “So, you and Desiree. Did you get married?”

“What?”

“You said your wife might be hunting you and...”

“I’m sure I said that so he wouldn’t wonder why people are looking for you just in case they come here.”

“Well, I just want to know.” I smiled, pleased that he got distracted, but I knew sooner or later, we would be back on this topic.

“Nope. Not married. Not engaged. Divorcee here.” He said.

I dropped my gaze away from him, shaking my head and forcing a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

Then, my stomach growled.

My head tilted up, and I met Kael’s eyes. I smiled, embarrassed, as I placed my hands against my tummy. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes flew to the side table where a phone was sitting. “Do you know the number for the reception?”

“Just press 9,” I replied.

Kael didn’t say more and picked up the phone. He pressed the button connecting to the man downstair and asked him if he could buy us something to eat. The man informed him that there was a fast food place nearby. They agreed, and Kael would pay him for the food and his service when he delivered it up here.

I was sure I heard the man accept the extra job excitedly, knowing he would get paid more.

I remained quiet, grateful that he thought of letting me eat first because I was really hungry. I was not even sure how I could stand straight at the moment because I was already feeling dizzy while walking home from the shop.

“When was the last time you ate?” He asked after he disconnected the call.

I swallowed. I could lie and just move on from this topic, but I was really hungry. So I decided to tell him the truth. “Last night. I ate the last of my food stock, which was one and a half crackers.”

His forehead creased before his eyebrows raised, waiting for me to explain further, so I continued.

“I don’t go out in broad daylight, like vampires.” I forced a chuckle, but my eyes began to water. “And the groceries I bought just now, I had to drop them because they were making me slow down from running.”

My tears fell, and I immediately swiped them with my hand. I thought of how I calculated the items I picked up to make sure I wouldn’t go over my allowed expenses only for me to throw them away.

“I’m sorry. I don’t cry easily, but…” I gasped for air as I tried to stop more tears from falling, but I wasn’t succeeding. “I don’t know what I did wrong that everything is falling apart for me. These past few days, these past few weeks, I felt like a mouse trapped in this world, and everywhere I turned, people just wanted to grab me. All I want is a simple, peaceful life…”

“Adessa…”

“It’s your fault,” I told him. “There, I said it. It’s your fault. I took care of you. I spent sleepless nights watching over you when you had a high fever while you were in a coma. I washed you, clipped your nails, and shaved your beard. I brushed your hair. I changed your clothes. I took care of you, and the first thing you did when you woke up was to throw me out of your room and out of your life like I did something horrible.”