Chapter 2
365 Words
Luna barely slept.
The bed was too soft. The room was too quiet.
The silence felt wrong.
Like something was watching.
She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts refusing
to slow down.
This house is not normal.
By morning, she gave up trying.
She stepped out of her room and walked
downstairs.
The dining room was already set.
Perfect.
Of course.
“Good morning,” her mother said.
“Morning.”
Richard looked up.
“Good morning, Luna.”
That look again.
She sat down.
“This is your home now,” he said.
It did not feel like one.
“We take care of our own here.”
Something about that made her
uncomfortable.
Hamilton walked in.
The air shifted instantly.
He sat without looking at her.
Or pretending not to.
“I hope you slept well,” Richard said.
“It was fine.”
A lie.
His gaze lingered.
“Good.”
“Dad.”
Hamilton’s voice cut in.
Sharp.
Controlled.
The tension shifted.
After breakfast, Luna went outside.
She needed space.
“Getting used to it?”
She turned.
Hamilton.
“How long have you been there?”
“Long enough.”
They stood facing each other.
“You don’t like it here,” she said.
“You’d be right.”
“Then why stay?”
“Some things aren’t simple.”
Silence.
Then,
“Luna.”
She froze.
Richard.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
Her chest tightened.
“Come inside. I want to talk.”
“I’ll come in a minute.”
“Don’t take too long.”
He left.
Hamilton’s expression darkened.
“Stay away from him.”
Her brows furrowed.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“You can’t say that without explaining.”
“I’m not explaining.”
Frustration rose.
“Then I’m not listening.”
He stepped closer.
“You should.”
Something in his voice made her chest tighten.
Not fear.
Something else.
She turned away.
“I have to go.”
And as she walked back inside, one thought
settled heavily in her chest.
Something in this house was not right.
And she had a feeling…
It had already noticed her.
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