Chapter Thirty-One
Ana
I sat on the velvet couch in the living room, staring at the digital calendar on the wall. The numbers were bright and clear.
Today was our anniversary.
It should have been a day of celebration, a day for a husband and wife to renew their promises to each other. Instead, the house felt empty and cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the silence of the large rooms pressing down on me.
What was the point of even acknowledging the date? It wasn't as if Desmond remembered. To him, I was just a problem he had to manage, a Luna who didn't fit into his perfect world.
I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through a social media app, hoping to distract myself from the heavy feeling in my chest. But my mood soured instantly. Ema was the only thing anyone was
