Chapter 100 Sunday | Evening

Sunday | Evening

Lily

Lily stared up at the ceiling.

She’d looked up at it so often. Knew where all the cracks were, where they intersected. Her own set of constellations.

There was no noise from downstairs, and she closed her eyes – as though it would make her hear better.

Every slight movement made her feel sick, made her wince in pain.

She was so tired.

Callum.

She shouldn’t have closed her eyes, because despite everything, the panic and her fear for Callum, she was sinking into the mattress and falling asleep.

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