The next morning, I woke up feeling conflicted. The events of last night replayed in my mind—the heated moment in the shower with Faruk, the emotions I couldn’t sort through. I pushed the memories away as I slipped out of bed. But I had to care of something.
Downstairs, the house was quiet, save for the faint sounds of Matilda humming softly in the kitchen. I walked in and hesitated before asking her, “Can you make me the special tea? The one for… contraception.”
Matilda looked up, her eyes understanding as she nodded. “Don’t worry, Luna. I understand,” she said warmly, moving to prepare the tea.
I sat at the kitchen table, tapping my fingers anxiously against the wood as I waited. It wasn’t like me to feel so off balance, but ever since Faruk came into my life, everything had been out
