Chapter 2: A Mouse Trapped In Its Own Home
Lunara sat in the hospital waiting room, staring at the bill in her hand. The total was circled in red, bold and impossible to ignore.
She glanced toward her mother's room through the glass window. Machines beeped softly, keeping her alive.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and for a moment, she thought about ignoring it. But when she saw the notification for the shop's overdue rent, her stomach sank even further.
Her hand brushed against the edge of a business card she'd shoved into her jacket earlier that day. She pulled it out and stared at the name.
Eryx Cyrus Grantham.
Lunara scowled, gripping the card tightly before shoving it back into her pocket. "There has to be another way," she muttered under her breath but her voice betrayed her as it broke slightly.
A nurse approached her. "Miss Hayes, about the payment—"
"I'll handle it," she said quickly, cutting her words before the nurse could say anything else.
But as Lunara walked down the hallway, her path was suddenly blocked by a man she hadn't seen in almost two years. Her eyes instantly darkened, anger burning in them, ready to shoot fire.