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.

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

this—today is important!

have a couple drinks each, no

you don’t get it,” he interrupts, his voice

swear, Abby. It’s not

my heart practically pounding out of

“I think it’s food poisoning or

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

hand tightening around my phone until my

Are

I’m sure. Do you think I would joke

Especially today?”

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

coughs again and clears his throat, and

from

John,” I murmur, clutching my coffee cup so tight I might crush it.

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

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