Todos los capítulos de The Lonely Lights of Winter: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

Vivian's head snapped up. She put her phone away and took the slip of paper. By the time she looked over at me, I'd already dropped mine into the box. She dropped hers in right after."Why so secretive? We only find out on the last day of filming?" she teased Samuel, then looked at me confidently. "We're not getting divorced."She helped me haul our bags to the hotel after that. We'd barely reached the door when her phone rang. She smiled right away and stepped aside to take the call. I dragged both suitcases up the stairs by myself.When she came back, I held out her pajamas out of habit. She shook her head and didn't take them."I lost another bet to Miles," she said, laughing softly. "He says we can't sleep in the same room for the next seven days."My hand hung there in the air. The old me would have started a fight right then. But I barely had the strength left to breathe, let alone argue with her.I pulled my hand back and lay down on the bed. "Suit yourself, then. I'm tire

I woke up in the crew's medical van.Miles was mumbling beside me, "This is all my fault. I picked the wrong road. I'm such an idiot. Ethan won't blame me for this, right?"Vivian pulled him into a hug and murmured, "Of course he won't."The doctor next to me opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but I shook my head at her.We'd only rested an hour before Samuel called us back to keep filming. This time, the crew sent us straight into the jungle. Miles insisted on tagging along.As snow rose past our ankles, I glanced at Vivian out of habit. Back when we were together, she always knew I hated the cold, and would wrap her hand around mine every time it snowed. Now, she reached for Miles' hand without a second thought.We'd walked a good distance before anyone noticed I'd fallen behind. Vivian saw how pale I'd gotten and opened her mouth, then closed it again. All she managed was a weak excuse."Miles isn't feeling well," she said.I didn't answer. I just put my head

Vivian found my cancer diagnosis sitting by the front door. She rubbed hard at her eyes, like she couldn't believe what she was reading. I leaned in close to study her face. The shock and the guilt written across it didn't look fake.I'd never once tried to hide that I was sick. Every time my body gave out on me, or when the pain in my stomach flared up, she looked right past it. I left the diagnosis out on that table for weeks, but she never even glanced at it.Every time I tried to bring it up, she cut me off impatiently before I could finish, or just blamed me for something else. Eventually, I stopped trying to tell her at all.Vivian stared at the report, murmuring to herself, "How is this possible? Ethan can't be sick."I shook my head at her, even though she couldn't hear me. "Vivian, everyone gets sick eventually."She wandered upstairs in a daze. Nothing looked out of place, except for the photos. All the framed pictures of us that used to cover the walls had been taken do

Not long after, people online dug up Miles' real identity.He never actually earned a master's degree. He found someone else's ID and had been living as that person for years. Even the story about saving Vivian's life turned out to be a lie.He overheard it from someone else during a night out pouring drinks for clients. Vivian really had been saved by a young boy back when she was a child. Miles had built an elaborate story around it, part truth and part invention. Somehow, Vivian believed every word and kept him close ever since.By the time she learned the truth, it was already the seventh day since my death. My spirit had been bound to her side for all that time, unable to leave.For seven days, Vivian didn't eat or sleep. She just held my urn and called my name over and over.Whatever was left of my humanity kept fading. I couldn't feel anything anymore, no matter what I watched her do. I just stood beside her, watching her with a flat look.She held a massive memorial for m