Molly
I walk back upstairs slowly, the house suddenly feeling too quiet around me.
By the time I reach the room, my chest feels tight in a way I can’t quite explain.
I step inside and close the door behind me, then sit on the edge of the bed. My fingers slide into my hair and I press my palm against my forehead, exhaling slowly.
Catherine’s words won’t leave my head.
I know exactly what she was doing. She wanted to get under my skin. She wanted to make me doubt myself.
But the worst part is…she wasn’t completely wrong. Charles left Lily earlier today because of me. Because I called him. Because I needed him.
Because something always seems to be happening around me.
My throat tightens as the realization settles deeper.
Lily was sick, and he still came for me.
I stare down at my h
