Skye.
I was f*****g sure this wasn’t the Lily I knew.
The girl standing in front of me looked like Lily, but there was something deeply wrong—her eyes, which had once been so full of life, were now empty, hollow, and souless. They looked like windows to a world that had lost all light. The spark had once defined her as a fierce, protective girl who had always stood by my side when no one else would believe me was gone.
Her expression was blank, devoid of the warmth and kindness that had once radiated from her. It was as if she were a ghost of the person she used to be, a shadow of the vibrant girl I had known.
I almost didn’t recognise her.
This wasn’t my Lily—the girl I’d been desperately searching for, my friend, my protector. This was someone broken, someone lost.
“Skye?” Her voic
