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

Chapter 52

“Aunt Linda,” Alex replied without looking up. “I just wanted to say hi.”

Sarah’s chest tightened, but she said nothing. She didn’t stop him.

The car ride continued in silence, save for the faint tapping of Alex’s fingers on his phone.

Sarah kept her eyes on the road, though her mind was elsewhere.

She told herself it didn’t matter, that Linda’s presence in Alex’s life didn’t diminish her role as his mother.

But the lingering ache told a different story.

The message from Linda arrived just as Alex was putting his books into his backpack.

He glanced at his phone, his heart pounding in worry.

**Just a minor illness, Alex,** Linda’s text read. *“No need to worry. Rest up, focus on school, and I’ll be fine.“*

Alex frowned, chewing his bottom lip.

He knew Linda hated being fussed over, but her vague assurances didn’t sit well with him.

His fingers flew over his phone screen.

*“I’ll come by right after school, Aunt Linda. Don’t try to talk me out of it.“*

He hit send before she could respond.

recalled

thought made him

react when I told her I’d visit Linda,”

mean she’s okay

concerns momentarily appeased, Alex’s mood

to school, his steps light with purpose.

the window, watching Alex’s retreating

a soft sigh and turned to the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall.

brows furrowed. Today was circled in

tinged with relief and apprehension. “After

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pushed her chair back and stretched before heading to the

freshly brewed coffee filled

she reached for a mug the sound of the front doors

Arnold, striding