The Moon of Those Days Never Came Back

Floyd Stuart abandoned me at Mount Gravenwood for an entire month.

When he finally came to pick me up, he was still fuming.

“You should count yourself lucky that Trace’s leg is fine. If it wasn’t, you couldn’t pay it back even if you were dead!”

“The wedding is postponed by a year. When we get back, you can explain that to my parents yourself.”

He fully expected me to break down—crying, throwing a fit and adamantly refusing to agree to the delay.

Instead, I lowered my head submissively. “Alright, whatever you say.”