Chapter 66

• I never imagined my life would spiral down to this—a waitress in a quiet, forgotten countryside diner, far removed from the future Luna I was destined to be.
• The rhythm of my days here was relentless. No breaks, no rest, and the paycheck barely enough to scrape by. Once upon a time, I could have earned my monthly salary here in a single day as a lawyer, back when my life still had a sense of purpose, of direction.
• Each day, I whispered the same lie to myself: I’m fine. I’m doing good. I’m moving on. But no matter how many times I said it, the words felt hollow.