He is waiting for me

He's Waiting For Me

Brinley

Stepping through the doors of the packhouse, I glanced around. It was immaculate. My eyes rested, unfocused, on the opulence as I walked toward the kitchen. There was a time when I found the grand architecture stunning and the landscaping beautiful. Now it just felt cold.

It was never my home. I saw that so clearly now. I didn't belong here. Crazy to think the Moon intended me to be the next Luna. She planned for all of it to belong to Coal and ...