Molly
The moment the gate opens, a woman steps inside.
Tall. Elegant. Platinum hair cut into a sharp pixie that looks like it belongs on a fashion magazine cover. The kind of woman people turn to look at without realizing they are staring. My first irrational thought is that even the air around her probably smells expensive.
So this is her.
Charles’ ex wife.
She freezes when she sees Lily and her hand flies to her mouth, perfectly manicured fingers trembling slightly.
“Lily,” she breathes. “My baby.”
Lily does not move. She does not smile. She just stands there, small and stiff, staring at the woman like she is a stranger who happens to know her name.
The woman's gaze slides to me.
Slow. Measuring. Cold.
She takes off her dark sunglasses and her eyes meet mine. Ice blue. Shar
