The Moon Never Bids Farewell
The year Daniel went broke, I swallowed every last drop of pride.
I took a job as a dancer at a shady nightclub just to pay off his debts.
We lived in a forty-dollar-a-night basement room, surviving on stale energy bars and tap water.
I became the laughingstock of everyone we used to know.
Eight years later, he pulled off the ultimate comeback and clawed his way back to the top.
His very first move?
Bringing his high school sweetheart, Mia, straight into our home.
At his victory party, in front of a room packed with people, he laid down three rules for me.
"First, keep your distance in public. Mia’s a total germaphobe.
"Second, Mia is sensitive. From now on, tell people yo