It was Lily.
She had a paring knife in her hand, the blade pressed to Martha's neck. Martha's lips were white, and she didn't dare move.
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
Lily scanned the room, and when her eyes found me, she smiled. A smile that put ice down my spine. "Claire, you've got it pretty good, huh." She took a step closer. "I was on the operating table, I lost the baby, I nearly bled out, my card was frozen—you want to know how I even got out of that hospital?"
She came closer, step by step, the blade drawing a thin line of blood on Martha's neck. "Why? Why do I get all this misery while you get everything? I'm the real Lily! Ethan married me! I should be the one standing at this party today! You stole my place, my body, my husband—everything that was mine!"
She scream
