Lily's POV

Every time I saw them, my chest tightened like iron bands had wrapped around it. Hailey and Rihanna they came to me constantly, individually, like ghosts haunting my life, begging, pleading, and shaking me to my core.

“Please… Lily,” Hailey’s voice trembled the first time she approached me alone. Her eyes were wide, desperate. “You have to let me live.I want to survive… with him. With Leo.”

I looked at her, letting my eyes soften for only a heartbeat before the full force of my anger returned. “Live with him?” I echoed. “You mean the man who hurt me? The man I survived?”

“Yes!” she cried, desperation spilling...