Todos los capítulos de Hold Me Before the Sun Goes Down: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

The sound of me messing with the lock drew Luther over.He looked like he'd just come back from outside, carrying breakfast in one hand.“Lily, the lock isn't broken. I'm transferring some data on the computer in there, and I didn't want you accidentally touching anything, so I locked the room.“The project should be wrapped up this afternoon. I'll unlock it when I get home tonight. Don't worry about it.”As he spoke, Luther gently steered me away from the office door.“Forget about the lock. Come on, let's eat.“I got pancakes, breakfast sandwiches, and those cinnamon rolls you like from that little bakery.”I nodded obediently and didn't glance back at the brand-new lock that had appeared for no reason.There was definitely something in that room he didn't want me to see.I didn't question him directly.I didn't want to tip him off.Instead, I sat down and finished breakfast with him, planning to investigate after he left.Once we were done, Luther headed to work as usual

A scream tore out of me.I jerked my wrist free from Luther's ice-cold grip and stumbled backward.Then I yanked the paring knife from my sleeve and held it in front of my chest.The blade trembled as I pointed it at the shadowy figure before me.“I knew it. I knew it!“You're not Luther! He never eats with his right hand. He has a butterfly-shaped birthmark on the inside of his right thigh, and you don't! He's even an inch taller than you!“You're not him!”My voice cracked with fear.“Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? What did you do to him? Tell me, or I'll kill you!”My whole body was shaking.I gripped the knife so tightly my knuckles turned white.But in the darkness, Luther only let out a long sigh.He didn't answer me.Instead, he spoke in that same gentle voice that now sent chills down my spine.“Lily, couldn't we just keep living like this?“Why did you have to find out?“Why did you have to fall in love with Luther Miller?“He wasn't as good to

Everything I'd thought was strange about Luther these past few days hadn't been my imagination.I'd simply been seeing everything reversed in a mirror.He hadn't suddenly switched from being left-handed to right-handed.The man I'd been watching in the mirror had been moving his left hand all along.The birthmark on the inside of his right thigh hadn't disappeared either.In the reflection, it had simply appeared on his left.And those two strange, overlapping shadows I'd seen on the floor...There had been two Luthers.My head snapped up.I stared at the man standing behind me in the mirror.Outside the mirror, Luther had his arms wrapped gently around me.Inside it, he was holding my reflection in exactly the same way.Then I heard him crying behind me.Hot tears fell against the hollow of my neck, almost burning my skin.His chest shook with broken, desperate sobs.He took my hand and slowly led me out of the office and into the middle of the living room.Somehow, mo

When Luther was twenty-eight, I was twenty-five.Back then, the world still had color.Life moved forward the way it was supposed to.We even argued over stupid little things, like whether the toothpaste tube should be squeezed from the middle or rolled up from the bottom.But for the next seven years, time stood still for me.I lived through the pain of losing him again and again.My mind withered.My soul dried up.Until today.Until the year Luther turned thirty-five.At last, I finally turned twenty-six.I sobbed in his arms until my whole body hurt, until it felt like I might throw up everything inside me.Luther simply held me.He let my nails dig into his skin.He lowered his head and looked at the girl in his arms who had finally agreed to grow older.A few strands of gray now showed at his temples.I had no idea how long I cried.It felt as though I were finally shedding seven years' worth of tears all at once.When I woke again, I was in our bedroom.Daylig