Lilian’s Point Of View

The slam of the bedroom door above echoed through the house. Graham was gone. He had left me standing in the hallway like I was nothing. My pulse hammered in my ears, my hands restless, fidgeting against my belly. I paced back and forth, my breath uneven, my thoughts running wild.

‘This is bad. This is so damn bad.’

I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever. Especially not to Elena. She was the ghost that haunted every corner of this house, the shadow that made my ...