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.

quiet, grateful that he thought of letting me eat first because I was really hungry. I was not even sure how

the last time you ate?" He asked after he

move on from this topic, but I was really hungry. So I decided to tell him the truth. "Last night. I ate the

forehead creased before his eyebrows raised, waiting for me to explain further, so

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

them with my hand. I thought of how I calculated the items I picked up to make sure I wouldn't go over my allowed expenses only for me to

for me. These past few days, these past few weeks, I felt

"Adessa..."

your fault. I took care of you. I spent sleepless nights watching over you when you had a high 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 was to throw me out of your room and out of your life like I did something

"Adessa..."

ask me how I was while you were sleeping. You were nice to everyone except me. I was the one with you 24/7,

and leaned at the window,

sat on the bed,

ruled over us. I wanted to say more but stopped myself. It was no use telling him

than I had been my whole life. I refused to cry and succumb to the danger, but seeing him tonight surely crumbled all the walls

up confused." He spoke

long while. The

it felt bigger, fuller and more colorful. I wanted to get out of

paraphernalia were the ones Dexter attached to him for his daily medication. It was also why

not a sound coming out

flinch in his

a wedding ring. Then, I was told I was married. Of

and 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 just staring back

to marry you filled me with guilt. I could only imagine the pain she went through when I left her for you. And the fact that

It took a while before he asked. "Why did