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.

a stark contrast to the silence that had blanketed the room moments

mid–reach for her glass of

in her chest as she watched him speak.

slightly away, his expression unreadable but

in his tone

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

not to let it get to her, that she was

the hurt

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exterior.

into his pocket without

meet her gaze as he stood.

said briskly, his tone reverting to its usual detached coolness.

her face neutral even though a knot was tightening in

course,” she said, her voice calm, almost

broke the silence. “Dad, was that

tracks, glancing back

“Yes,” he admitted.

asked, his

briefly before nodding.

I need to discuss some

questions, he exited the room, leaving an awkward tension hanging in the air.

his mother, his young face etched

I go with Dad to see

her heart

can ask him, sweetheart,”

hesitated, looking at the door his father had just walked

don’t want you to be