Chapter Twenty-Two – The Aftermath

Matt pulled up in the front of the hall, Luna got into the car and he drove off again.

“How was the party?” Matt asked as he merged with the city’s traffic.

Luna knew he was only asking as a courtesy, so she managed to drum up a smile for him.

“It was nice,” she said.

Matt nodded. “Good.”

Luna gave him another managed smile, Matt continued driving, in silence.

Luna rubbed two fingers on her forehead, there was a slight headache already brewing there. There was a dull pounding in her head too, but Luna knew that was the aftermath of the glasses of champagne she had downed at the party.

And she was tired, not so much physically, but mentally. She was tired in her soul. Her heart was sick, she rubbed a hand over her chest where her heart was, there was a stinging pain there and she didn’t know what to do about it.

She thought she had passed that phase. She thought she’d passed the phase where Moira’s words could still get to her and hurt her, she thought she’d passed the stage