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

back on me

when he’s clearly trying

she’s right about Karl. Maybe I should be staying

I want it

as I grip the edge of

doubt gossiping about the spectacle that

to air my dirty laundry in public, and especially not

palms against my eyes, trying to hold back the

trickling down my cheeks as I let out a choked s

a hesitant

my voice breaking. I’m in no mood to deal with anyone right now, even

coming back to apologize.

the door creaks open anyway, and I look up, fully prepared to unload

Karl. The epicenter of all of this, in a

want?” I hiss, narrowing my eyes. “I

as he lingers in the doorway. I don’t know

at him, praying that no more tears will

“Talk about what?”

gently behind

genuine warmth in

walls start to crumble a little. It’s just like when we were

He never gave up whenever I refused to talk about

drove me insane, he always pushed me to tell him what

one of those times.

it Chloe?”

so b quakes my body, my lips pressing into a quivering line. And

and enveloped me in a hug before

boundaries, I should push him away, but I don’t. I can’t. I just

warmth and comfort they offer. Karl doesn’t speak, doesn’t

understanding that sometimes silence speaks

slightly, my eyes still damp. “Why did Chloe turn on me? She

friend. It’s just not

around,” Karl says gently. “You two

I take a deep breath and turn away, wiping my damp eyes with the back of my

serious. Not

over you, Karl, is what I almost say. But I

genuine concern

at him, caught off guard. “Why would you say that? This