Rejected Luna: He wants me back
Pixiereturning to my rejected matehis banished and rejected materejected his pregnant matehis rejected second chance mate
So I am two minutes early.
I dump my duffel bag on a bench and stretch my arms a little. “Your momma has made it,” I say to my pup, smiling. “I’ll make sure you live a good life,” I pat my belly.
The station is empty, which is a little odd. Ruth told me that Willowbrook is the last train, and hardly anyone takes it, so that must be the reason there aren’t many people around.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of something fall and find an old lady struggling to carry her three bags towards the platform. I rush to help her with the bags.