Your foolish, forgotten wife,

Mina

I was just placing my bags down in the hallway outside of Tucker’s apartment, so that I could lock the door, when the apartment door across the hall swung open.

“Mina, I’m so sorry.” Luna’s voice was quiet, and full of what sounded almost like pity, though I couldn’t be certain of that.

“Please, don’t be. It’s better to have found out with you than to have some idiot in the press surprise me with the information.”

She nodded and glanced down at my bags. “You’re leaving?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I guess so, but I don’t know what kind of situation the two of you have.”

“Yeah, well, he promised not to make a fool out of me in public, and this is the second time since we got married, a little less than two weeks ago, that he’s managed to do just that.”

“Seriously?” She shook her head. “Why are men such pains in the ass?”

“If you ever figure that out, let me know,” I told her as I bent down to grab my bags.

“Hey, wait!” She reached out and grabbed the other bag for me. “You should let me take these to my car, just in case the press is waiting for you to make an appearance outside.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Where are you headed?”

“I have some money, figured I’d take a much-needed vacation,” I suggested. Then I looked down guiltily. “Unfortunately, I have to be back on Monday because of school. I guess I’ll just get a hotel or something when I get back.”

“Or, you could stay with me,” she volunteered. I glanced between the two apartment doors, which made her laugh. “I don’t live here. I just come over to water the plants, feed his cat, and watch TV because my brother literally has every movie ever made at his disposal.”

“Oh. Wes has a cat?” I don’t know why that was the shocking piece of news I decided to focus on that day, but it was. Probably, because it was the easiest thing to think about.

Luna laughed again. “Yes, he does. My brother is really a big softy. One of these days, he’s going to make some woman a lucky girl.”

“I’m sure he will, whenever he decides to grow up.”

She laughed again. “I know we just met, but I don’t think you should be alone, and I don’t really have people in my circle that I trust. None of them know about my parentage, at least not about my father. It’s nice to have someone know and not judge me for it.”

“I don’t care who your parents are,” I agreed, wondering where she was going with this.

“So, if I feed the cat and clean the litterbox out now, he’ll be good to go until Monday. Do you think I could tag along on your adventure? We can take my truck, so no one will recognize you.”

“You know what, I’d like that, but under one condition.”