Killian
When Elena calmly said that she wouldn’t be cooking for me anymore, my hand tightened around my fork. But I willed myself not to react negatively; by now, it was becoming more clear to me that something was indeed going on with her lately, medically or otherwise, even if she insisted she was fine.
“Elena,” I said slowly, setting down my fork, “can you please tell me what’s going on with you now?”
She didn’t respond. Just continued to stare at me with an impassive expression, as if she too were holding herself back.
I sighed. “If this is about Natalie, then we can both take a step back. But you have to understand that Natalie is already…” My throat bobbed. “...Dead. You’re my only Luna. And I apologize if I haven’t treated you well in the past, but I’ll do my best to
