Lola's POV

I couldn’t face home. Not with my eyes still swollen, not with my chest still aching like it had been split open.

So I kept walking, further and further until the night air cut into my skin. It felt like my legs moved on their own, dragging me toward the one place I knew I could still breathe.

Karen’s cottage sat hidden in the mountains. I had known her since I was small, though she had disappeared years ago.

Most people had forgotten her, but not me. She had always been ...