The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 378

**TITLE: The Perfect 378**

“Just breathe, Ella.” The soothing timbre of Alexander’s voice sliced through the haze of my spiraling thoughts, though I hadn’t even realized how transfixed I was by my own reflection in the mirror. My jaw felt like it was locked in a vice, a tension so fierce it seemed capable of shattering my very teeth. My fingers were gripping the edge of the vanity with an urgency that startled even me. It wasn’t until Alexander’s cool, steady hand rested on my shoulder that I jolted back to the present.

“We’ll get through this, just like we always do.” His voice was calm, almost soothing, yet I could sense the underlying worry that lingered just beneath the surface of his words.

I stole a glance at him in the mirror, my heart heavy with doubt and apprehension. I yearned to trust his reassurances, to draw comfort from his unwavering confidence. But after our tense encounter with Liam yesterday, coupled with the sight of Alexander grappling with his own health issues, my faith began to waver. He wore a brave mask, but the shadows lurking beneath his eyes told a different tale. I could hear the faint wheeze that escaped him with each labored breath, a reminder of the mounting toll that each passing day seemed to extract from him. The weight of this realization pressed down on me like a heavy shroud.

“We need to call Julie again,” I asserted, my voice firm despite the swirling uncertainty within me. I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I dialed the familiar number. “Perhaps she has some information that could help us.”

Alexander’s expression shifted, a flicker of skepticism crossing his features as he silently conveyed his doubts about her willingness to pick up. Nevertheless, he nodded, his gaze fixed on me as I waited for an answer.

And waited.

The silence stretched on, enveloping me in a heavy blanket of disappointment that settled over my shoulders once more.

“She hasn’t answered in two days,” I murmured, frustration edging my tone. “I’m genuinely starting to worry.”

“So am I.” Alexander wrapped his arms around me, lifting me to my feet and drawing me into the warmth of his chest. I pressed my ear against his heart, seeking solace in the steady rhythm of his pulse. At least one heartbeat remained strong amidst the chaos. “Maybe it’s time we stop waiting for her. We need to take charge of our own situation now.”

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply through my nose, letting his words wash over me. The idea had been swirling in my mind, a persistent whisper that had followed me through the night and into the day. If Julie was ignoring our calls, it felt like a dire omen—one that could signal something truly grave.

With Liam teetering on the precipice of life and the world around us unraveling, time was slipping through our fingers like grains of sand. We had to find a solution, and we needed to do it quickly.

“Do you have any ideas?” I asked Alexander, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Anything brewing in that clever head of yours?”

Alexander might have snorted at my question, but upon reflection, I realized it was more of a wheeze than a chuckle.

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