The Forgotten Luna
Stella darted upstairs for a quick shower, her footsteps echoing on the hardwood.
Alone in the kitchen, I dried my hands on a checkered towel and grabbed my phone from the counter as I heard a buzz.
A text from Rebekah lit up the screen: Skip work today. Take a few days off. Trust me.
My brow furrowed, confusion knotting my stomach. Rebekah wasn’t one for cryptic messages, and her tone felt urgent, almost protective. I stared at the words, my thumb hovering over the reply button, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. Something was off, but I didn’t want to worry Stella—not when she was practically glowing with excitement.
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