Lily felt like cold water had been poured over her. The confession hung heavily in the air, freezing her in place as if time had slowed down. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest like a drumbeat of dread. The room seemed to spin around her, and she struggled to make sense of the emotions surging within her.
"No," Lily finally managed to utter, her voice trembling with disbelief and denial. She stumbled backward, her movements unsteady, and Tiffany quickly rose to her feet, reaching out instinctively to offer comfort. But as their hands touched, Lily jerked away as if burned. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but one thing was clear—she couldn't accept this truth.
"No, this can't be true," she repeated, her voice growing increasingly desperate.
'But it is true. Remember she
