Page 111 of Best In Class
Jenn blinks slowly, swaying. “Luna, dear?—”
“And you.” Luna turns to her mother. “I know you’re sick. But you have two children, and you checked out decades ago. So, get help or go hide in your bedroom. Either way, stop playing the role of the tragic wife. It’s tired.”
Silence falls. Even the air feels stunned.
Then Luna faces me. There’s a certainty in her eyes that I haven’t seen since we were kids. My heart begins to hammer.
She holds out her hand, palm up.
It’s a statement—clear, unshakable.
I place mine in hers, our fingers lacing together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
We’re together, and her parents can go fuck themselves.
“Lev, you can’t save her,” she tells her brother.
He nods, but I know my friend, he’s not ready to give up.
Then we walk out of the library, past the guests, and out the front doors of the house she was raised in, where her parents all but diminished her.
Outside, the evening air is gentler. Muggy. There’s the threat of a monsoon in the air.
“You okay?” I ask as we reach my car.
“Did…he hit you?” She stands by the hood of the car, her gaze lowered.
“No.”
“Did he….”
“No, he didn’t touch Lev,” I assure her, as I open the passenger door.
She takes a breath, still shaking, and then slowly raises her head, holding it high.
I see the effort that takes…seeher. The power in her spine. The steel in her gaze. The woman I love, in full.
“Let’s go home, Dom,” she says, and then she gets into the car.
After she’s settled, dress, heels, and all, I close the door.
I smile despite the shitty evening we’ve had.
She saidhome, like it wasours.
As I walk around the car to get to the driver’s side, I know I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world to have a woman like Luna with me.
CHAPTER 28
Luna
Iusually see my therapist once every three months—maintenance mode, no crisis. But now? I’ve booked weekly sessions because life is confusing the hell out of me.
After years of keeping men at a distance, I seem to have opened myself up to, of all people, Dom.
I’m dating my ex. The one who shattered my heart and made me question whether I could ever really trust a man again.
I haven’t forgiven him—not entirely. But I also know that being young and scared makes you do things that defy logic.
