The rain started the moment she stepped outside the coffee shop, fat drops that soaked through her jacket within seconds. Lily didn't care. She needed to move, to breathe, to get as far away as possible from the wreckage of her carefully constructed world.
Her feet carried her through familiar streets without conscious direction. Past the bookstore where she and Daniel had spent their first lazy Sunday morning. Past the restaurant where he'd told her he loved her for the first time. Past every memory that now felt tainted with the knowledge that it had all started as a lie.
But had it been a lie? The confusion twisted in her chest like a knife. Daniel's face when he'd admitted the truth—he'd looked destroyed. Genuinely, completely destroyed.
I fell in love with you. Really, truly fell in love.
