Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back (Rayna Quinn) novel Chapter 222

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Thea’s POV

I missed my husband.

Sebastian had only been gone for a few hours, and I was already reaching for my phone to

call him.

Even though I’d been the one insisting he go to work today, I regretted it now.

I’d already finished all the housework that could possibly be done, which wasn’t much since Mary had everything under control. I was bored out of my fucking mind because there was literally nothing to do. Phoenix was sleeping most of the time, and Mary was busy, so there was no one to talk to.

I tried baking, but failed miserably. Just like with the pancakes earlier, I struggled to remember recipes, and the markings on the measuring cups were a challenge to see

clearly.

Sighing, I grabbed the baby monitor and headed out to the backyard, straight to the gazebo that had caught my eye the moment I saw it. I didn’t remember having a gazebo before, so it must have been built during those four years I’d lost.

This amnesia was both a blessing and a curse. I considered it a blessing because Sebastian had changed so much, becoming the man I’d always hoped he would be. I really couldn’t complain about anything. We were finally the family I’d always dreamed of.

But it was also a curse because so many things were different now. So many things were new. Honestly, I didn’t think that was a bad thing. What I hated were the side effects of my current condition, like being unable to read simple words and numbers properly. It made me feel stupid as fuck.

“Luna, you have a visitor.” Mary’s voice startled me as I’d been lost in my thoughts.

“Who is it?” I looked at her, squinting against the bright sunlight.

“Morgan.”

I thought about the name for a moment but couldn’t place it. Obviously, if someone was

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visiting, it meant they knew me, right?

“Show her in.”

She gave a slight bow and left. Minutes later, she returned with a woman.

“I thought your name was Iris,” I expressed my confusion.

Mary left us, and Iris sat down beside me. I turned to fully face her, recognizing her from the hospital.

“Morgan is a nickname. My grandmother used to call me that, and it stuck,” she explained.

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