Chapter 23
Luna’s POV The next morning came too quickly, the sunrise casting a golden glow over the mansion as I packed the last of my belongings into a small suitcase. It felt surreal. The past month felt like a dream—one filled with heartbreak, longing, and moments of unexpected tenderness. But it was over now, and I had to move forward. Helen came to the door to let me know the car Alexander had arranged was ready. She gave me a sympathetic look, as if she knew the weight of the goodbye hanging in the air. I nodded in silence, grabbing my suitcase and walking down the familiar halls for what I knew would be the last time. I had thought Alexander would avoid me this morning. It seemed in line with his pattern of emotional retreat, a way to shield himself from anything that made him vulnerable. B
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