8
Adrian’s POV.
I stepped into the room and froze.
Lily stood by the desk, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in her trembling hands. My stomach tightened.
Something was wrong.
“Lily?” I called out carefully.
She turned slowly, her movements rigid and mechanical—like it took everything in her to face me. I had seen her angry before. I had seen her hurt. But this was different.
She looked at me like she didn’t recognize me. Like she didn’t know who I was anymore.
I took a step toward her, but she flinched.
That small movement sent a sharp pulse of something dark through me.
“Say something.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her breath unsteady. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she read from the letter in her grasp.
“Lily, I don’t know how else to say this. I don’t know
