Anger Behind Closed Doors
I stormed into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed space to think, to plan my next move. Images of Luna flashed through my mind—her curled up on my bed, or darting after her favorite toys. I couldn’t just let this go. Giving up on her wasn’t an option. Mark and I would figure this out together. He was the Watson to my Sherlock, after all.
Anger Behind Closed Doors
Sleepless Night
Night had settled over the house, but sleep evaded me completely. I lay motionless, eyes fixed on the ceiling, my mind racing to piece together the puzzle. Something about Linda’s behavior felt off, unsettling in a way I couldn’t ignore. Why was she so eager to get rid of Luna? She had never been this distant, this cold. A nagging instinct churned in my gut—there was more to this than her claim of “teaching responsibility.” Something deeper was at play.
Sleepless Night
