Elara's POV
I don't remember walking to Lily's room.
I only remember pushing the door open.
Orion was standing by the window. Margaret sat on the edge of the bed, Lily's hand in both of hers. Veronica was dabbing at Celeste's eyes.
Warm. Tender. A picture-perfect family portrait.
The room went white for a second. I swayed on my feet.
Orion looked up and registered my face, surprised.
"What are you doing here?"
There it was again—that note of irritation, pulled straight from a script he'd been running on autopilot. "How many times have I told you to stop following me?"
I turned my head slowly and let my gaze settle on him. All of him. That face I had loved through everything.
Why did he look like a stranger to me now?
My hand found the water glass on the nightstand without thinki
