(Lily’s POV)
“You kept me waiting, Lilian Sanders.”
I froze on the spot. Whoever it was knew exactly who I was.
This was going to end up in a few ways,
half of which involved me ending up in a body bag.
I don't know when last I prayed, but alone in this dark attic with someone who knew my past identity was enough to do it.
I made the sign of the cross with shaky hands. My heart rate increased, as did my tremors.
But it was time to face my fears.
And I did.
I turned back, expecting to see Hugo (whatever he looked like) or a killer or someone who had set a trap for me in which I'd so woefully fallen for… heck, even Mrs. Camillo's ghost… but no.
Stepping out from the shadows dressed in a dark hoodie and sweatpants was Ashley, my former best friend.
Relief washed through me like i
