CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
SUNDAY MORNING, I sat at my dining table eating brunch with my brothers. The sun was making a rare winter appearance, shining in and warming the place. Internally, I was stuck in a holding pattern, part hope and part dread.
In an attempt to give Luna some space to think, I hadn’t spoken to her at all Saturday. Instead, I’d worked out and thrown myself into work. Usually, I tried to leave my professional life behind on the weekends, but nothing killed time like replying to emails.
I’d half-heartedly participated in the usual banter with Alexander and Gabriel, but they’d been quieter than usual. They probably sensed my mood when I told them about Friday night’s dinner. Nobody quite knew what to make of it.
“Can you pass the syrup?” Alexander asked me as he piled two mo
