Celeste
Lying on the lounge, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Lilly knew.
She had known exactly what kind of person Clay was, and she’d still brought him into our home.
My stomach churned.
Then Billy said something that made my blood run cold.
Lilly had stayed with Clay after he’d assaulted her.
How?
How could she possibly stay with a man like that?
Clay was a monster.
A predator.
And what stunned me almost as much was how easily Lilly had dismissed what he’d done to other women.
She’d acted as though it wasn’t a big deal.
But it was.
It was a huge deal.
Those women had been someone’s daughters.
Someone’s sisters.
Someone’s friends.
They had lives, families and futures before Clay decided he had the right to hurt them.
Men like him didn’t simply change because some
