Lila’s POV:
Nico and I packed in silence as we folded clothes and some of the belongings I'll be needing in my new apartment. The house felt heavier than usual. Every corner reminded me of Shay, the hallway where he surprised me with roses, the staircase he playfully carried me up, even the bathroom towel he always left crumpled.
I paused for a moment, staring at the shelf in Shay’s study. There were picture frames still intact, little souvenirs from our honeymoon in Santorini, and a wine cork we saved from our first dinner as husband and wife. I couldn’t throw any of it away, but I couldn’t take them with me either.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t have to do it all at once,” Nico replied softly. “But you can’t stay here. Shay made
