Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 71: Turning Back
Abby

Chloe leaving sends me into a spiral.

Hot tears begin to p rick at the backs of my eyes as I watch her fading form. Some of my other

employees are starting to trickle in, with Daisy at the helm, who nearly ran face-first into the slamming

door as Chloe brushed past her without so much as a greeting.

“Geez,” Daisy says, swinging the door open with a confused look on her face. Her ankle is all wrapped

up in an Ace bandage, but she seems much better after she rolled it. Ethan comes in behind her. I’ve

noticed recently that the two of them seem thick as thieves, but I pretend not to notice. It’s sweet, but

it’s not my business.

Daisy jerks her head toward Chloe as she approaches the bar. “What’s her problem?”

I shake my head and try to steady myself over my coffee. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Daisy, picking up what I’m implying, scurries past to the back room without a word. Ethan, however,

doesn’t take the hint. Typical men.

“You good, Abby?” he asks, limping behind the bar and pouring himself a cup of coffee from the

machine. “You look like—”

“Just… Don’t,” I interrupt, unable to hide my annoyance any longer. Ethan shoots me a confused look,

but I don’t care at this point.

Still reeling from my argument with my best friend, I storm into my office, my heels clicking angrily

against the floor. The door slams behind me before anyone can so much as utter a word, leaving me

alone at last.

I’m overwhelmed, hurt, and furious all at once. Chloe was supposed to be my rock, my confidante, my

How could she just turn her back on me like that? All because

the street when he’s clearly

I should be staying away from him. Maybe this will end

it does, I want it to be my decision. Not anyone

the edge of my desk.

doubt gossiping about the

been the kind to air my dirty laundry in public, and especially not

hold back the tears. But it’s

down my cheeks as

a hesitant knock

mood to deal with anyone right

coming back to apologize.

anyway, and I look up, fully

It’s Karl. The epicenter of

you want?” I hiss, narrowing my eyes. “I

lingers in the doorway. I don’t know

stare unblinkingly up at him, praying that no

“Talk about what?”

behind him. For a moment, he just

a genuine warmth in his gaze, an

to crumble a little. It’s just like when we were together, and he always knew

He never gave up whenever I refused to talk about what was

to tell him what was going on.

one of those times.

Chloe?” he

quakes my body, my lips pressing into a quivering line. And before I

me in a hug

push him away, but I don’t. I can’t. I just let myself sink

they offer. Karl doesn’t speak, doesn’t question.

if understanding that sometimes silence speaks

“Why did Chloe turn on me? She was

my best friend. It’s

around,” Karl says gently. “You two

know, but…” I take a deep breath and turn away, wiping my damp eyes with

serious. Not over…” My voice trails off, the implication

is what I almost

concern and understanding. “I’ll make it right,

“Why would you say that?