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

Chapter 65

That night, Arnold sat in the living room, flipping through paperwork, but his mind kept drifting.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was getting late. Sarah hadn’t returned yet.

The house felt oddly empty without her presence.

His thoughts churned. He had expected her to come back after dinner, especially since Alex would be waiting for her.

But she hadn’t. He checked his phone again, but there were no messages from her.

He sighed, a mixture of frustration and confusion filling him.

Where could she be? His mind ran over the possibilities, but none made sense.

He tried to push it aside, telling himself that maybe she just needed more time, but deep down, he wasn’t

so sure.

The next morning, Alex knocked on Sarah’s door as usual, eager to go to school.

He had grown accustomed to seeing his mother in the mornings, but today, the door didn’t open.

After a moment of hesitation, Alex knocked again, louder this time.

“Mom?” he called, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

The door didn’t budge.

Frowning, Alex turned and walked down the hallway toward Arnold’s office.

knocked lightly, pushing the door open to see his father

filled with confusion. “Mom’s

looked up from his

expecting

paused, trying to find the right words. “She’s busy with work. But don’t worry, she’ll

for a different answer, one

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he asked, his small voice filled with concern.

the words he wanted to

you know when I

uncertainty in

night, and the silence in the

and walked back to his room, but his thoughts

Sarah was absorbed in her work at the studio,

had quickly become an integral part of the new project team, and in just a few short days, she was already at

focus sharp, her mind constantly moving from one task

escape–one

pour herself

together in a rhythm of tasks,

into the work, there were moments when her mind would drift back to Arnold, to Alex, to the life she had left

She couldn’t afford to think

after a particularly long day, Sarah

message from Arnold, sent earlier

now, she read it with a mixture

You’re coming home tonight, right?