Chapter Twenty-Three
It wasn’t the easiest of nights, but when Lillian woke the next morning, she was surprised by how light she felt. ‘Light’ was the best way she could describe it. It wasn’t a feeling of happiness or relief, but a strange kind of weightlessness, as though the previous day’s trauma that had ended in vomit and tears had been an emotional detox, cleansing her soul of the fear, trepidation, disappointment and rage that had dogged her for months. She didn’t know if the feeling would last, and she fully expected to be stung by regret, embarrassment and grief at some point, but right now, the day after the possible end of her old life or the start of a new one, she felt something close to airy.
“Good grief, that took some nerve,” Cara said with a whistle as she drove them to
