Neglected Luna: Her White Wolf Rises

downtown coffee shop. The award Anthony was in town to receive was a week away. Time was

ated with a t

ernoon's panel is a drag. Wish I wa

black sedan pulled up to the curb. He got out, impeccably dressed, a charming smile a

was his public voice-confident, warm, engaging. He wa

d by a look of impatient hunger. His voice, even from across the st

ning the street. "No, I told you, the back entran

the narrow alley beside the coffee shop. The alley led to the service entrance of The Ather

A tremor ran through my body, not of fear, but of a deep, resonant rage, like a tuning f

to the damp brickwork. I saw him swipe a key card and slip into a discreet side door of The Atherton. He possessed a key card. He did n

entrance of the hotel, my face a mask of polite indifferenc

yer of filth being applied to the portrait of my twenty-year marriage. I imagined what was happen

tel room door. I would not create a scene. My re

s, I pulled out my phon

ng, his voice breathless. "H

d over his ragged breathing, was so prof

-shaky, weak. I injected a note of panic int

flowing effortlessly. "I'm just in a meeting, it's

o easy.

," I whispered, letting my voice crack. "My c

t hear the gears turning in his head, weig

g right now. I'll be there in twenty min

hun

antic, erratic pulse in my wrist, as if I could physically quell the riot within. Seconds later, a do

e... she's not feeling well. I have to go. No, I don't k

printed toward the elevators, jab

r, the same door opened again. A figure

ashionable, expensive-looking dress that clung to her body. She stepped int

voice laced with a petulant

ace tight with irritation. "K

ny real affection. It was a dismissal. "I'll make it u

fore she composed herself, smoothing down her dress. And as she

numbness, as if a local anesthetic had been injected d

w tha

Northwood High

Shep

as my son had described her. The one who was "so

months ago, at the dinner table. *"Ms. Shepherd is so cool. She

ugh his phone, laughing. *"Look at Ms

k

on k

together. The hotel corridor's stagnant, perfumed air suddenly felt thick as poison, each inhalation a scalding insult to my lungs. This was not just Anthony's deception. It wa

together, rose in my mind.

nst the wall, the rough texture of the wallpaper digging into my back. I suddenly understood that every cup of coffee he had e

e; instead, it was forged by my rage into a single, hard p

ed away by a pure, righteous fury. I walked out of the hotel, not back to my car,

did not call a friend.

need you to do something for me. I need everything you can find on a woman named K

umber for LegalEagle

um. I have proof. And I want to destroy him. But not yet. I