Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The knock on the door interrupts my pity party, and for a split second, I debate

whether or not to even answer it.

But before I can make up my mind, the door creaks open and I catch the sight in

the vanity mirror—Karl, his blue surgical mask lowered, his brown eyes shining

and a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Karl?” My voice trembles. Seeing him makes my guard lower, and I can feel my

shoulders relax. “I saw you in the audience, and I—”

He steps further into the room, letting the door close softly behind him. “I bought

a ticket secretly. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to surprise you,” he says,

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his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I feel a smile spreading across my lips. “Thank you. But…” I pause, taking in his

“What’s with the surgical

the blue mask. “This? Don’t take it the

want anyone recognizing me. I’m supposed to be

out in my ex-wife’s city and helping

nod, recalling one of our first discussions when he came to help me.

at the restaurant

there, Abby,” he says, taking

about the

his words, the tenderness

you. I didn’t expect you

a lot that

to hand me the bouquet, but then he

the streaked

the flowers drop to the floor, abandoned,

by both arms,

happened? Why are you crying?” Concern fills

happiness that was just there

I consider sticking with my initial impulse to downplay

how he’ll

say, taking a step back. But the way Karl looks at

and confusion, breaks down

closer, the air between us thickening, charged with a mix

make you cry,