Chapter Two

(Lily’s POV)

Morning light slipped through the half-closed blinds in thin, pale stripes, landing across the empty side of the bed like an accusation.

I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face in the living room those soft, pleading eyes, the way his hand had reached for me and then dropped when I told him not to. The locked door between us had felt like the only solid thing left in the apartment, and even that hadn’t stopped the sound of him moving around outside. I’d heard the low creak of the couch, the quiet clink of a glass, the long silence...