Killian's POV

Today is Tuesday and it's 8pm in the evening. Through my bedroom floor-to-ceiling glass window, I stare at Naomi swimming in the pool at the back of the house. 

She's bare from her waist up, but wearing a white thong up her ass as she swims from the edge of the big swimming pool to the other edge. I stare at her before turning away and looking at the brown envelope in my hand. It's Lily Sanders' letter that she sent this past weekend that I refused to open. I tear out the letter, tossing the brown envelope to the side as I stare at the content on...