Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 299

Abby

The interview comes to an end, and I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a mix of emotions. It went well, and I managed to stay true to myself. Mr. Thompson approaches me with a warm smile.

“Abby, you did great out there,” he says. “Your kind words and forgiveness towards Daniel were truly commendable. It was a good look for you.”

I nod, feeling a sense of validation. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I just wanted to be honest and genuine.”

He pats me on the back. “Well, it paid off. Keep up the good work, Abby.”

As I make my way out of the studio, I’m greeted by a small group of fans who have gathered outside. I’m shocked by their presence, but flattered.

“You don’t need to engage,” Mr. Thompson whispers as we approach. “I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

But I shake my head. “No, not at all. I’d be happy to talk to them.”

I approach the group and am immediately met by smiles and kind words. I spend the next few minutes signing autographs and taking pictures, genuinely thrilled that a group of women, no matter how small, felt so moved by my story that they were willing to come out here to meet me.

“You’re my role model, Abby. I hope to be as successful and talented as you one day,” one young woman who introduces herself as Lisa tells me.

I smile at her. “Thank you, Lisa. Just keep working hard and following your passion. You can achieve anything you set your mind to.”

But as I’m about to leave, my breath hitches when I spot a familiar little chef hat in the crowd. It’s the little girl from the cook-off, the one who kept me grounded all this time.

My heart swells with emotion as I stoop down to her level.

“Hey there,” I say with a smile. “What’s your name?”

The little girl’s eyes widen with excitement, and she practically bursts with energy. “I’m Charlie!” she explains. “Abby, I can’t believe it’s you!”

Her mother, standing nearby, chuckles. “She hasn’t stopped talking about you since your first interview. She had to come and meet you.”

I can’t help but feel a lump in my throat. To think that I made such an impact on a young child is incredibly heartwarming. I hug the little girl gently.

“That’s so sweet of you,” I tell her. “And what about you? Do you want to be a chef when you grow up?”

The little girl nods enthusiastically. “Yes! I want to be just like you, Abby!”

Tears fill my eyes as I look at her with genuine affection. “You know what, sweetheart?” I find myself saying, reaching out with my index finger to boop her little button nose. “You’re the one who kept me going all this time.”

Charlie’s eyes widen, and she gasps. “Really? How?”

My heart pounds in my chest, and a rush of adrenaline surges through me. It’s too dark to see clearly, but I’m certain I saw someone. Panic begins to set in, and my hands tremble as I reach for my phone.

I dial 911, my voice shaky as I explain the situation to the operator. They assure me that they’ll send a patrol car to investigate. I try to steady my breathing as I wait, my eyes fixed on the window, half expecting the figure to return.

It feels like an eternity, but finally, I see the flashing lights of a police car approaching. The officers arrive, and I lead them to the window, my heart still racing.

I recount what I saw, my words coming out in a rush. The officers nod and begin to search the area beneath the window. They check the alley, the trash bins, and the surrounding streets, but they find nothing.

One of the officers turns to me, his expression sympathetic.

“It’s likely just a random person, maybe snooping around or looking for shelter. These things happen in the city. But we’ll keep an eye on the area, and you should call us immediately if you notice anything else suspicious.”

I nod, feeling a mix of relief and lingering unease. The police assure me that they’ll increase patrols in the neighborhood, and they take my contact information before leaving.

Alone in my apartment once more, I try to convince myself that it was indeed just a random person, nothing serious. The city is filled with people, after all, and it’s easy to jump to conclusions in the darkness.

But before I go to bed, I make sure to close all the windows and lock everything securely. I can’t shake the feeling of my space being intruded, or someone just waiting to wreak havoc when things are beginning to look up.

As I lie in bed, I listen to the quiet of the night, my senses heightened. Every creak and rustle seems amplified, but eventually, exhaustion overtakes my anxiety, and I drift into a fitful sleep.