Chapter 61
Lily's POV
I didn't want to wake up. I hated that the morning came so fast.
The mattress beneath me was warm, soft, and smelled faintly of pine and rain. Joe's scent still lingered in the sheets, wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. I hadn't felt this comfortable in weeks, maybe in my entire life. No cold marble floor beneath my back. No ache in my shoulders. No nightmares.
Just… peace.
I stretched lazily, letting out a tiny, content sigh, and the soft warmth of the covers slid over my arms. The morning sun peeked through the windows, casting soft gold across the room. I smiled, eyes still closed, soaking it all in.
My hand reached out across the bed.
It was cold and empty.
My brows creased. Huh?
I blinked my eyes open, still half-dreaming. That's when I saw her.
Sitting quietly in the corner of the room, her legs crossed like some kind of deranged royal yogi, sipping from a delicate teacup. Her expression was calm.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Jane.
