One man haunts her memories.

The other might become a new nightmare.

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Lily’s POV

Alex, dear…would you pass the salt?”Tiffany’s voice floated through the dining room, sugar-coated and high-pitched—laced with satisfaction more than sweetness.

They’d arrived together, laughing. Too easily. Like old friends. Or maybe something worse.

I sat curled on the sofa, pretending to watch my favorite show. But really, I was waiting. Waiting for Alex—waiting for the sound of his keys in the door, for the moment this place might feel like home again. If it ever would.

He didn’t look at me. Neither of them did.

Tiffany stumbled slightly on her heels—too clumsy to be accidental....