Lily’s POV

I watched her climb the stairs.

Every step Mia took looked ordinary to anyone else calm, graceful, completely unbothered. But I saw more than that. I saw the same shoulders that had tensed the night she pushed me. I saw the same hands that had pried my fingers off the branch one by one. I saw the back of the girl who had stood at the edge of the cliff and watched me fall without a single second of hesitation.

The memory hit me so hard and so clearly that for a moment I couldn’t breathe.

I remembered the wind.

I remembered the exact pressure of her palms...