Alexander's PovI found it by accident, three weeks into David's investigation, while searching the penthouse library for old financial documents my grandmother had once mentioned.A leather notebook, tucked behind a row of books that hadn't been touched in years. Lily's handwriting covered every page.I shouldn't have opened it. I opened it anyway.Sketches filled the first pages. My face, drawn in careful pencil lines, again and again, from angles I didn't know anyone had studied that closely. Beneath one drawing, small handwriting read: "He smiled today. Real, not for show. I wonder if he knows how rare that is."Pressed flowers fell from between the pages, roses from the garden she used to tend alone on the balcony while I ignored her existence.I kept reading, unable to stop myself."He doesn't see me, and some days I think that's kinder than if he did. If he saw me, he'd see how much I already love him, and that would only give him one more thing to be cruel about."Another page
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