Luna and the Lie

by Mariana Zapata

I saw his face cloud over before I heard the change in his voice. “You slept there?” “It was late,” I kept on croaking. “I tried calling my best friend and Mr. C, but neither one of them answered.” And, oh, my God, wasn’t that another reminder that I was alone. I could have tried Lydia’s cell or Mr. Cooper’s home, or Grandpa Gus’s number. Hell, I could have even called Miguel. But I hadn’t wanted to bother anyone. It was my house. My things. Rip pierced me with that intense gaze, giving me no preparation for his next question. “Why didn’t you call me?” Call… him? That time I was able to shape my mouth into a smile but only because it wasn’t a happy one. “I wasn’t going to call you because my place got broken into. It has nothing to do with the business—” “Luna,” he growled through his teeth, taking another step forward. That big body seeming to expand before my eyes. “It’s my business. You are my business.”

WE UP 🙌🏾