Chapter 87 A Heart That Refused To Let Go
- Lily’s suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with folded clothes, a photo album, and the tiny socks Lucian had outgrown. Her hands trembled as she shoved another shirt into the bag. Her jaw was tight, her eyes red.
- Janice leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with quiet concern. “Lily,” she said softly, “what are you doing?”
- Lily didn’t look up. “I have to go.”