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Iwake up entirely too early on Saturday morning. My first thought is to head straight to Luna’s house, but I know she likes to sleep in a little on the weekends.
Instead, I putter around the house and do a load of laundry. It’s still too early, so I clean the kitchen and bathroom.
By the time ten o’clock rolls around, I’m practically running down the sidewalk toward Luna’s.
Am I being pathetic? Yeah, probably, but I don’t care.
I should’ve invited myself over for the night, but I thought she might want a night on her own since I’ve been over there practically every night since we got together.
Yeah, it was a stupid mistake—one I don’t plan on making again. It’s why I’m carrying an overnight bag with me.
Presumptuous? Absolutely.
I hurry up the stairs to her porch, pausing for a second to catch my breath.
I don’t want to seem too eager, right?
Fuck it.
I ring the doorbell, glancing around as I wait for her to answer.
A minute passes with no sign of her, and I frown.
I ring the doorbell again, but when I don’t get a response, my panic spikes.
We’d made plans for me to come by this morning, hadn’t we?
Who am I kidding? I know we did.
Could she have gone somewhere? It seems unlikely. Plus, wouldn’t she think to text me?
Frowning, I reach for the doorknob and turn it. I’m surprised when it gives.
While Widows Peak is a safe place, I’ve never really known Luna to leave her door unlocked.
Maybe I’m freaking out over nothing.
Maybe she unlocked it, knowing I’d be over and jumped in the shower.
“Luna?” I call out, pushing the door open and glancing around. Her purse and keys are sitting on the table just inside the door, so she’s probably here.
But why isn’t she answering?
I shut the door, making sure it’s locked before dropping my bag to the floor. I hurry to the stairs, taking them two at a time as I head for her bedroom.
Her door is ajar, but I don’t hear the shower.
I don’t hear anything.
I shove the door open, letting out a sigh of relief when I find Luna lying on her bed.
“Luna?” When she doesn’t respond, I rush across the space. “Luna?”
She’s lying on her side, and I shake her shoulder.
Still no response.
Panic spikes inside me once more.
