Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 145

Abby

The morning sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow that starkly contrasts with the cold feeling settling in my chest.

I’ve been up all night, haunted by Karl’s confession, the unending complications it brought into my life, and the dilemma of Adam’s unknown intentions. Now, packing my bags feels like I’m folding away pieces of a life that’s no longer within reach, no matter how close I almost came to trying to take it back.

I’m dressed in jeans and a hoodie for the train, and I’m almost done packing when the door swings open. I glance up, startled, and there he is—Karl, his eyes puffy and bloodshot, a day-old stubble darkening his jawline. It’s clear that he didn’t sleep much last night, either.

For a moment, he seems like a stranger, but the heartache I feel tells me he’s anything but.

“What do you want?” I snarl, unable to hide my disdain. “I’m almost done packing, and I’m about to call my Uber. So if you have something to say, don’t waste my time.”

“Abby, let me take you to the train station,” he murmurs.

I roll my eyes, zipping my suitcase shut with a little more force than necessary. “That won’t be necessary.”

“But it’s the least I can do—”

I cut him off, my voice tinged with bitterness. “The least you could have done was not interfere in my life. Look where that got us. But it’s too late now, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving.”

He flinches as I try to pass him with my bag in hand, but then he steps forward and grabs my suitcase before I can stop him. “I’m taking you to the train station, Abby. You don’t have to talk to me, but I’m taking you.”

I want to argue, but the defeated look on his face gives me pause. Do I have the energy for another confrontation? Sighing, I grab my handbag and follow him out of the room.

The car ride is tense, each passing mile stretching the silence taut like a tightrope between us. Karl attempts small talk, but it’s in vain.

“So, you want some music, or…”