Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 351

Abby

It’s been two days since I submitted my statement about the footage to the police, and nothing has happened. The health department is taking their sweet time testing my food samples, and there’s nothing more that I can do other than wait.

Sleep has become a rare luxury, and my appetite has all but disappeared. Not to mention the fact that the constant barrage of news coverage and social media frenzy over the “worst Alpha gathering in history” only adds to the turmoil swirling in my mind.

I can’t bring myself to watch the news or scroll through the endless comments and posts dissecting every aspect of the scandal. Every time I do, it makes me feel sick.

One evening, as I’m sitting on my couch wondering what to do, I make a decision. I need a break from the suffocating isolation of my apartment and the judgmental eyes of the world.

The thought of a dive bar down the street that I visit somewhat regularly crosses my mind—a place where I’m sure nobody will bother me, if they can even make out my face beneath the dimmed lights.

I put on a simple outfit, determined to keep a low profile, and head out.

As I step into the bar, I’m relieved to see that it’s almost empty. There are a few other patrons crowded around a small TV, watching some sports game or another, and a couple of college kids playing darts off to the side. No one even looks my way when I walk in.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a weathered face and a salt-and-pepper beard, acknowledges my presence with a nod. He starts to mix my drink without asking for my order, because I come here often enough that he knows what I like. We’ve never talked, though.

As he works, he glances at me and asks the question I’ve been dreading to hear.

“You’re Abby, right?”

I hesitate for a moment, my heart sinking. But there's no point in hiding my identity, especially in a place like this. I nod reluctantly and reply, “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”