Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 55 

A week Later. 

“And that would be our favorite mailman,” Lexa chimes, making me look up. Micheal, the local mailman, steps into the bakery, a letter clutched under his arm as the bell above the door rings. I can’t help the smile that splits onto my face. I loved the locals here and knew most by name now. 

It was also obvious they knew exactly what I was but never said anything, which just proved everything Jake was telling the women was a lie. They didn’t care as long as we weren’t causing trouble. 

“Hey, Elena,” he smiles softly. Micheal was around my mother’s age. Every day I was working at the bakery, he stopped in to buy some of Sondra’s mini cheesecakes. Smil ing, I get up from my stool behind the counter. The boys were asleep in their rockers by my feet, and Micheal peers over the edge of the counter. “There they are,” he coos, and I smile, getting his usual order ready. 

“Sondra not in today?” he asks. 

“No, she said she was feeling tired today,” I tell him, pass ing him the paper bag with the two lemon cheesecakes that he usually gets. He takes the bag, passing me over the A4 en 

1 184 Vouchers velope. Yet, as I went to set it down, I noticed it had my name on it and not hers. 

to close. Thank god because the boys had slept most of the af ternoon, and my breast was killing me. I still needed to pick up

you think mom is alright?” Lexa asks me as I turn the sign to closed on the door. We had hoped she would call, we hadn’t spoken to her for a week, and each day I was becoming

am starting to

watching the phones,” Lexa worries. She had been reminding me every time I picked up the phone

“Maybe?” 

watching the phones,” I sigh, know ing she is right, instead opening the glass cabinet where the leftover

pack ing up what was left, which wasn’t much. Sondra sold out pretty quickly, but whatever was left over we always took home for deserts or for the children that lived on the ranch. Once I had boxed everything and cleaned up, I placed the boys in the stroller and walked down

and she looks up from the box she was unpacking. Her curly hair gets caught in her glasses as she blows out a breath. “Hey, Elena,” she calls as | make my way down the aisle where the formula is usually kept. However, once I reach it,

to unpack and put on the shelves. “Let me check, I just got an order in, it was six days late,” she tells me. “And Patricia is off sick, so

do you need help with?” I ask her. “Really?’

not,” I tell her, grabbing the first box. However, as Taylor starts marking stuff off. We find half her

curses, looking at the baby section which still is empty, not even dia pers came in. Luckily,

you got left, I can call around and see if I can get enough to tide you over while we wait for the