The Forgotten Luna by Cassandra M

Chapter 32

ADESSA.

"The men who took you, did they hurt you?" He asked, and I contemplated whether I should admit my crime, but I didn't want to. Telling someone I killed two people meant I really did it. I was still trying to pretend it was just a nightmare. "No. I was able to get away." I replied before throwing another question to distract him. "So, you and Desiree. Did you get married?"

"What?"

"You said your wife might be hunting you and..."

"I'm sure I said that so he wouldn't wonder why people are looking for you just in case they come here."

"Well, I just want to know." I smiled, pleased that he got distracted, but I knew sooner or later, we would be back on this topic. "Nope. Not married. Not engaged. Divorcee here." He said.

I dropped my gaze away from him, shaking my head and forcing a laugh. "Yeah, right."

Then, my stomach growled.

My head tilted up, and I met Kael's eyes. I smiled, embarrassed, as I placed my hands against my tummy. "I'm sorry."

His eyes flew to the side table where a phone was sitting. "Do you know the number for the reception?"

"Just press 9," I replied.

Kael didn't say more and picked up the phone. He pressed the button connecting to the man downstair and asked him if he could buy us something to eat. The man informed him that there was a fast food place nearby. They agreed, and Kael would pay him for the food and his service when he delivered it up here.

I was sure I heard the man accept the extra job excitedly, knowing he would get paid more.

really hungry. I was not even sure how I could stand

last time you ate?" He asked after he

decided to tell him the truth. "Last night. I ate the last

forehead creased before his eyebrows raised, waiting for me to

forced a chuckle, but my eyes began to water. "And the

how I calculated the items I picked up to make sure I wouldn't go over my allowed expenses only for

as I tried to stop more tears from falling, but I wasn't succeeding. "I don't know what I did wrong that everything is falling apart for me. These past few days, these past few weeks, I felt like a mouse trapped in this world, and everywhere I turned, people just wanted to grab me. All I want is a simple, peaceful

"Adessa..."

fever while you were in a coma. I washed you, clipped your nails, and shaved your beard. I brushed your hair. I changed your clothes. I took care of you, and the first thing you did when you woke up

"Adessa..."

sleeping. You

and leaned at the window, looking at the view outside through the thin,

wiped my tears and sat on the

over us. I wanted to say more but stopped myself. It was no use telling him everything when he surely couldn't remember

had tried to be stronger these past two weeks-stronger than I had been my whole life. I refused to cry and succumb

up confused." He

The

was the same room, but somehow it felt bigger, fuller and more colorful. I wanted to get out of bed, but there was paraphernalia attached to

his daily medication. It was also why I was not there

not a sound coming out of his

him flinch in his

wedding ring. Then, I was told I

turned around and found him already looking at me. All the words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat, and I ended up

when I left her for you. And the fact that I couldn't remember you..." "She cheated on you," I said in a soft

took a while before he asked. "Why did