MasukLily's POVWhen I woke up, the sun was coming through the curtains, and Ethan was already awake.He was lying on his side, watching me. His hair was a mess, and the small bandage above his eye had come loose in the night. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I remembered falling asleep on his chest, and my face went warm."How long have you been looking at me?" I asked."A while," he said. He didn't sound sorry at all. "You talk in your sleep.""I do not.""You said 'more pudding' twice," he said. "I think Noah is rubbing off on you."I laughed and hid my face in the pillow. He reached over and pushed my hair back so he could see me again. His hand stayed on my cheek, warm and gentle."Good morning, Lily," he said quietly.Nobody had ever said good morning to me like that. Like I was the first thing they wanted to see."Good morning," I said.We stayed like that for a long time, not talking, just looking at each other in the soft morning light. Then Duke jumped onto the bed and st
Lily's POVEthan stepped in front of me before the officer could reach my arm."She isn't going anywhere with you," he said."Sir, please step aside," the older officer said. "We have a complaint from Mrs. Sinclair. Fraud, false identity, and arson. We need to ask Miss Carter some questions.""Then ask them here," Ethan said. "In front of me."Margaret took off her dark glasses. Her eyes were red, like she had been crying all night, but I knew better. "You see how she has him under her spell?" she said to the officers. "He was in a coma for weeks. He doesn't know what's real.""I know exactly what's real," Ethan said. His voice was very quiet, and that made it worse. "I know who poisoned my wine at your dinner table, Margaret."For one second, Margaret's face slipped. Then she put her glasses back on.Eleanor walked forward, tapping her cane on the marble floor. The officers moved out of her way without being asked."Officer," she said, "my name is Eleanor Blackwood. This young woman
Lily's POVWe didn't sleep that night.By the time the fire trucks left the lake house, it was almost four in the morning. A doctor cleaned the glass out of my hands in the back of an ambulance and wrapped them in white bandages. Ethan sat beside me the whole time with Duke at his feet, and he didn't let go of my arm once.The police asked me what happened. I told them the truth. A woman invited me there, locked me inside, and turned on the gas. When they asked me her name, I looked at Ethan."Not yet," he said quietly. "When we tell them, it has to stick."So I said I didn't know her, and I hated how easy the lie came out.Back at the house, Eleanor was waiting in the front hall in her robe, with her cane in both hands. She didn't say a word when she saw my bandages. She just put her thin arms around me and held me for a long time. It was the first time she had ever hugged me. She smelled like lavender and old books, and for a moment I felt like someone's granddaughter."Richard came
Lily's POVFor one second, I couldn't move.The smell was everywhere now, filling my nose and the back of my throat. I knew enough from the diner kitchen to know what happened when gas found a flame. One spark, and the whole house would go up with me inside it.I ran into the kitchen and pulled my sweater up over my mouth. My eyes were burning. I grabbed the knobs on the stove and turned them off one by one, four, five, six, until the hissing stopped. But the room was already full, and the gas was moving toward the living room, toward the fire, with nothing to stop it.Water. I needed water.There was a big glass vase on the kitchen table, full of the same white flowers Margaret loved. I threw the flowers on the floor, grabbed the vase with both hands, and ran back to the living room. The fire was snapping and jumping in the stone fireplace. I threw the water as hard as I could.The flames hissed and shrank, but they didn't die. Half the logs were still glowing red.My head was starti
Lily's POVI waited until the house was asleep.Ethan had fallen asleep a little after eleven, with one arm thrown over his eyes and Duke stretched across the foot of the bed. I lay on my sofa in the dark and listened to him breathe. Every few minutes, I touched the card in my pocket to make sure it was still there.Come alone. If you bring the Blackwoods, the truth dies with me.I knew it was a trap. I wasn't stupid. But all my life, I had believed I knew who I was. I was Lily Carter, the daughter of a woman who worked two jobs and sang in our tiny kitchen. Now I didn't know anything anymore. And the only person who had the answer was the woman who had tried to kill my husband.At half past eleven, I got up. I put on my old jeans and the gray sweater I had brought from home, the only clothes in that house that were really mine. I picked up my shoes and carried them in my hand.At the door, I stopped and looked back at Ethan.I almost woke him. I almost told him everything. But I thou
Lily's POVMarcus drove faster than I had ever seen anyone drive.I sat in the back with my phone pressed to my ear, calling Noah's room again and again. Nobody answered. Every red light felt like an hour. Every car in front of us felt like it was trying to kill me.Ethan sat beside me. He wasn't supposed to be there. Eleanor had told him that if anyone saw him walking into a hospital on his own two feet, the whole plan would fall apart. Ethan had looked at her and said, "Then nobody will see," and put on a baseball cap and a pair of dark glasses and got in the car anyway."He's fine," Ethan kept saying. "Carla said he's fine. Breathe, Lily.""She sat with him," I said. "She sat with my brother and asked about his medicine. The same woman who put poison in your glass last night."He didn't answer that, because there was nothing to say. He just held my hand so tight it almost hurt, and I held his back.I thought about the night Noah's heart stopped, the alarms and the nurses running pa







