Three hours later, Lily and I checked into a hotel overseas.The moment I turned on my phone, Vivian's messages poured in."Are you in the bedroom? I have some paperwork to deal with, so I need to go out. I might be back late.""If you're tired, sleep first. I'll wake you when I get home so you can blow out your birthday candles."I didn't reply.A knock sounded at the door, and Lily came in singing "Happy Birthday" with a cake in her hands."Happy birthday, Evan."Lily really was my childhood sweetheart. We had simply been separated in our teens and lost touch for years.The day we found each other again, I had spent two full days standing alone on a rooftop, waiting for Vivian to answer. One hundred fifty-six calls, and not one of them went through.When I finally gave up and came downstairs, I was so numb that I didn't realize I'd stepped on broken glass until the blood was pooling around my feet and wouldn't stop.Lily found me. She got me to the hospital, begged the doct
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