Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 51

“Mom,” Alex chirped, breaking Arnold’s train of thought. “Can you cook dinner for me tonight? Like you used to?”

Sarah opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, the shrill ring of Arnold’s phone cut through the moment,

All eyes turned to him as he pulled the device from his pocket. He glanced at the screen, his face tightening ever so slightly.

The name **Linda** flashed on the caller ID.

Sarah’s expression didn’t change, but the silence that followed was telling,

Alex’s excitement dimmed as he noticed the shift in the atmosphere.

Arnold hesitated before answering,

“Excuse me,” he muttered, pushing his chair back and stepping out of the room.

Arnold’s voice, though muffled, carried from the hallway.

Sarah couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was unmistakable–soft, attentive.

It didn’t bother her the way it might have before. Instead, it was as if a wall separated her from the emotions she used to feel about Arnold.

Alex tugged on her sleeve.

“You’ll still cook, at night, right?”

Sarah smiled down at him, pushing her own thoughts aside.

“Of course. We’ll make something delicious together.”

His grin returned, and Sarah couldn’t help but feel a small sense of relief.

In Alex’s innocent joy, she found a semblance of peace, even if the rest of the house felt like a storm waiting to break.

Arnold picked up the phone and answered with a soft, almost tender tone.

contrast to the silence that had blanketed the room moments

hand froze mid–reach for her glass

a dull ache in her chest as she watched

turned slightly away, his expression unreadable but unmistakably focused.

intimacy in his

their bond, and yet here she was, feeling like a spectator in her

again not to let it get to her, that she

repeated the mantra, the hurt was always there, lurking

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exterior.

the phone into his pocket without a word to her.

meet her gaze

he said briskly, his tone reverting to

keeping her face neutral even though a knot was tightening in her

course,” she said, her voice calm,

leave, Alex’s small voice broke the silence. “Dad, was

tracks, glancing back at his son.

“Yes,” he admitted.

asked,

briefly

discuss some things with her.”

exited the room, leaving an awkward tension

his young

can I go with Dad to

her heart sank at the

ask him, sweetheart,”

looking at the door his father had just walked through.

don’t want you to be mad at me