Noel’s POV
Luna always answered the phone for me, but this was the first time she had ever caught me out like that. Of course, she would be mad at me. But she should hear me out at least. My side of the story mattered.
Two days had passed since she walked out the door. Two days of ignoring my calls, my messages, and my voicemails. I had no idea where she could have gone either.
I stared down at my phone, jaw tight, my thumb pressing call again before I had fully thought it through.
It rang once.
Then straight to voicemail.
Again.
I swore under my breath and threw the phone onto the kitchen island harder than I meant to. It skidded across the marble and stopped beside an empty wine glass from last night.
That night.
Everything had gone wrong that night.
The house felt different no
