Lillian's POV.
I slipped back into the house like a thief at dawn.
The floor creaked under my weight, but I didn’t pause. Just eased the front door shut, tiptoed past the couch where Diana snored softly, and headed to my room. She always left her room in the middle of the night and wind up on the couch.
I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone explain where I had been or why my eyes were rimmed red.
I leaned against the door, let out a long breath, and finally let my shoes fall to the carpet. “This is a bad idea,” I whispered again, echoing the words I said outside Nathaniel’s door, only this time, they felt heavier.
I curled beneath the blanket, determined to shut my mind off, to pretend I hadn’t stood in front of the man I once loved… the man I still wasn’t sure I could stop loving.
Sleep came like a fog. Thick. Uncertain. Fleeting.
And then… ping.
I groaned, half-asleep, fumbling for my phone. The screen glared bright into my face.
Unknown Number:
“Hey stranger. Miss me?”
I bl
