Abby
It’s been a couple more days since Karl and I spent that surprisingly enjoyable day at the food drive and the subsequent stroll through the holiday market.
The memories of our time together linger in my mind, a mix of warmth and nostalgia. I’m grateful for the brief moments of connection, but a part of me wonders how long this charade can continue.
Today, I’m sitting in my bedroom. I just had lunch, and I’ve retreated to my room for some privacy. Some of the staff here are still giving me strange looks and referring to me as “Luna” despite my attempts to explain the situation, but I’ve given up at this point.
Besides, I figure that I’ll likely be heading home soon and that there’s no point in trying to change their minds. I haven’t heard from Officer Martinez yet, but I have a g
