“You desired to see me cry.”
“At the very least.”
lily sighed. “I would have, if that makes you experience better.”
“It's too late for any of us to be feeling better.” She sighed. “Dean did not take it very well, either.”
Dean. For a second lily hurt so lots she couldn't breathe evenly.
That's how the grief hit her lately. Like a rogue wave rising from a flat sea, it came out of nowhere and hit with hurricane force. Sometimes she went complete hours besides thinking about Eric, and then she would abruptly remember.
Now, it had been Dean's title that reminded her, but it may want to have been anything--the sound of a faculty bell ringing, a man's laughter coming from another room. Anything.
She knew she need to say something--the ache in Esther's eyes when she said Dean's identify wa
