Lilly’s Psychotic Break
I moved silently through my father’s bedroom, careful to keep my footsteps light.
One wrong noise.
One wrong movement.
One moment of suspicion…
And everything would be ruined.
I could hear the shower running in the ensuite as I approached his bedside table. My heart was pounding so hard I was certain he could hear it through the wall.
But I smiled.
Everything was going exactly the way I had planned.
I opened the drawer slowly.
There it was.
My father’s Beretta.
I lifted it from the drawer and checked the magazine. Full.
Perfect.
I reloaded it, flicked the safety on, and tucked the weapon into the back of my jeans.
The weight of it against my spine made me feel strangely calm.
Powerful.
For the first time in weeks, I felt like I was in control.
I cl
