Lila’s P.O.V.
I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room, or I guess, my room from now on, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the patterns on the quilt beneath me. Skye’s house was quiet, almost too quiet, and the silence gave me too much space to think. My mind kept circling back to everything that had happened in the past couple of days, trying to make sense of the chaos. I still felt raw, like an exposed nerve, but there was a strange sense of calm here, in this unfamiliar house. It was as if the storm had finally passed, leaving me in the eye, where things were still and clear.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound jolting me out of her thoughts. I stared at the screen, my heart sinking when she saw the name flashing across it.
Brandon.
I had been dreading this moment. I
