Chapter 0125
Abby

The scent of mahogany and bergamot fills the air as I step into the room that was once mine—our

room, really.

I feel so drawn to the familiarity of it all; the embroidered curtains, the chestnut armoire that I remember

picking out myself, and the plush rug that used to cus hion my bare feet in the mornings. Every little

detail is still the same, just as I remember it. It’s uncanny, really.

My fingers trace the intricate patterns on the upholstery of the armchair near the window. It’s a bit

surreal, being back in this space. I mean, this was my sanctuary once. Our sanctuary. But now, it’s

filled with… bittersweet memories. Maybe more bitter than sweet.

I move to the dresser next. That’s when I see it: a photo of us, still sitting exactly where it used to be on

top of the dresser—Karl and I laughing at something, looking so young, so naive. My eyes widen

slightly as I gently pick it up. Did he have this picture up all this time?

As I hold the picture, something stirs in me. Tears begin to pr ick the backs of my eyes, and I have to set

the frame back down with a ragged breath, laying the photo flat so I don’t need to look at it. Suddenly, it

in here, and I need to get out for a

my way down the winding staircase and out through the large foyer,

the back patio, I take a deep breath, as if I

garden, a sanctuary that I used

the world

envelop me instantly, filling my senses with a mix of nostalgia and

out in front of me like an artist’s vivid canvas. I walk past

sun, and reach

I take a deep sniff. Its scent is

memories and the speculation that my

as though someone is watching me, I look

Gerald, the butler, staring at me through one of the

windows.

face is inscrutable, but his eyes, they hold

he abruptly steps away from the window and disappears

flush creeps over my skin, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

ex-Luna now an unexpected

still believe that I cheated on Karl

uneasy feeling that settles in my

After all, I doubt Karl made a big announcement about

the theory about

to go back inside, I take one last look around the

myself. Then, I make my way back towards the house. Just as I reach the patio door,

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