Chapter 41
- Lillian's POV
- The club was quieter than usual. The hum of music had been turned low, the lights dimmer than they should be. It was like the building itself had already accepted its fate and was mourning its own end.
- Diana and I sat in the lounge, our drinks untouched between us. We hadn’t spoken for a while, there was nothing left to say that hadn’t already been said in sighs and silence.