They were practically glowing with excitement as they grabbed whatever they wanted. The only thing left untouched was the box full of memories of Luna and me. Not one of them wanted it.
Well, neither did I.
***
That night, I handed Luna the divorce papers again.
“Cyrus, are you done yet?” she snapped. Predictably, Luna lost her temper again. She locked me in the room.
When Vega climbed over the wall to pick me up, my miserable first half of life finally came to an end.
Luna had been drinking all night. When she woke up, she instinctively reached for some hangover pills.
“Nova, where are the hangover pills?”
“They’re in the cabinet ma'am. I’ll go check.”
Nova wiped her hands and headed upstairs to look for someone. She pushed open the bedroom door, only to find it completely empty.
Luna, as if sensing something was off, rushed up the stairs. "Nova, has Mr. Gray's father been here recently?"
Nova blinked in surprise. "Mr. Gray’s father? He was murdered a few days ago—beaten up to death and dumped on the outskirts of the city. They haven’t caught whoever did it. It’s been all over the news... You haven’t seen it?"