Lily’s point of view

Days have passed after the last event but suddenly in the late night someone knocked on my door in fact it was too late. Aiden was nestled up in the warmth of his tiny blanket, his little fingers still holding on to the toy wolf he had been devoted to, and I had just finished putting him to bed. Before I crept out of the room, I kept a close eye on him for a few seconds to make sure his breathing was regular and slow. I was worn out. My attention had been divided between meeting deadlines and trying not to think about Marcus, and...