Lilith's POV
The afternoon light seemed to be too strong today. I was at the office trying to figure out if the anniversary pictures from yesterday had leaked outside, especially Madeline's.
My phone buzzed, distracting me from what I was trying to do. With a hint of irritation, I picked up the phone.
It was from Liam.
He rarely sent me messages during the day; he also went to college today. His sudden message made me worry.
Liam wasn't the kind of son who would text you; he was more of a call person. My hands wrapped around my phone as I downloaded the image he had sent.
The image on the screen made me stop breathing, a very specific note from a very specific person.
You have a pretty wife.
The words were scrawled in the same slanted, cursive handwriting I had once known far too well. Even after all these years, the loops, the sharp edges, the way the ink pressed harder on the letters 'p' and 'y'.
