Dahlia

I’m still shelved from Luna responsibilities. It’s been terribly boring, and since the silence hurts and has a tendency to make me spiral, I’m sorting the storeroom. Dried herbs. Vegetables. Spices that came in with a new shipment today. Clipboard in hand. A slumbering ache in my chest. A cheating husband and a fated mate who doesn’t want me.

Everything is as it should be.

I’m reaching for the top shelf when I hear the door open behind me.

Quietly. ...