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.

that he thought of letting me eat first because I was really hungry. I was not even sure how I could stand straight at the moment

you ate?" He asked after

really hungry. So I decided to tell him the truth. "Last

raised, waiting for me to explain further, so I

"And the groceries I bought just now, I had to drop them because they were making me slow down

items I

I gasped for air 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

"Adessa..."

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

"Adessa..."

explain. You didn't even 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, looking at the

wiped my tears and sat on the bed, my

say more but stopped myself. It was no use telling him everything when he surely couldn't

it was getting harder. I had tried to be stronger these past two weeks-stronger than I had been my whole life. I refused to cry and succumb to the danger, but seeing him tonight

confused." He spoke

while. The room

felt bigger, fuller and more colorful.

daily medication. It was also

coming out of

him flinch

I was married. Of course, I thought

All the words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat, and I ended up

guilt. I could only imagine the pain she went through when I left her

at me. It took a while before he asked. "Why did no one