Lila’s P.O.V.
Another full week had passed, since I had found a job, and I found myself growing more and more comfortable with my new life in Fairview. Working at the arts center had given me a sense of purpose I hadn’t realized I was missing in the first place, and I loved the creativity and freedom the job allowed. The children I taught were full of energy and enthusiasm, and their joy for art was infectious. It made me feel like I was finally doing something meaningful.
But as much as I loved my new routine, something was missing—Skye.
Since that night at the restaurant, Skye had seemed to retreat into the background of my life. I barely saw him around the house, and when I did, it was usually in passing. He always had an excuse—working late at the garage, helping out a friend, or ne
