Hannah
I returned home that night feeling lighter than air, unable to hide the small smile playing on my lips.
The Luna Council meeting had gone better—so much better—than I could have hoped. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I had a new purpose, a new step in the right direction. The shackles binding me to this marriage and this house suddenly felt lighter, like I could slip out of them at any moment.
But my smile faded as soon as I walked into the dining room.
Noah was sitting at the head of the table with a fork in hand and an expectant look on his face. The sight of him brought me crashing back to reality, reminding me of the cage I was still trapped in—for now, at least.
“Welcome home,” he said, gesturing to the seat across from him. “I made dinner. Join m
