Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“John, finally!” I call out, stepping through the turnstile. “Are you ready? I’m

about to hop on the subway, on my way to your place. I’ll be there in ten

minutes, max.”

“Abby,” he croaks, and instantly, I know something’s not right. I freeze in my

tracks. The life and vibrancy in his voice are gone, replaced by something that

sounds a lot like misery.

“John? You sound awful. Are you okay?”

He coughs. “I… I was up all night, throwing up. I feel terrible, Abby.” His voice

sounds like a poker being raked over hot coals.

Enter title…

Instantly, the scolding mom in me surfaces. “Oh my God, John, did you drink too

this—today is important! I

a couple drinks each, no

don’t get it,” he interrupts, his voice shaky. “I

more. I swear, Abby. It’s

I asked, my

poisoning or something.

might even have to go to the hospital if this doesn’t let

my hand tightening around my phone until

Are you

you think I would joke about something like

Especially today?”

his voice cuts through me, and instantly, I feel a little bad

coughs again and clears his throat, and I can practically

wince from

clutching my coffee cup so

Abby, but I think it goes without saying that there’s no way

your sous chef for the

mind races, flipping through a whole host of emotions—worry for