Imogene Scott
Three weeks later…
I fold the last dress and tuck it into my suitcase, but my hands linger over the zipper. My stomach churns. It's just one week, I tell myself, pressing down the thoughts that keep rising. A whole week without Lily. I sigh and zip the suitcase shut.
I walk over to the dresser, grabbing my phone and charger. The room feels heavy, like it's waiting for me to change my mind. It feels wrong leaving Lily, even if it’s just for a week.
“What if she misses us?” I whisper to myself, though I know she’s in good hands. Breonna loves her, and Lily adores Breonna, but still…
The doorbell rings, cutting through my thoughts. My heart does this strange little twist, and I force myself to breathe. It’s Breonna. She’s here.
I head to the door, opening it to see her s
