Grace’s Point of View
I hung up the phone quickly, trying not to spiral. It would make things worse if I were agitated when Lillianna arrived. She’d called, sobbing on the other end of the line, wanting to come over. I offered to go to her, but Lillianna insisted the drive would help. She loved that motorcycle, and I found myself agreeing—the ride would calm her down at least so that she could properly articulate whatever had happened.
I didn’t know what to think. Lillianna had a dark side. It was f*****g scary when she plunged into those depths, and hard to bring her back out of it. So often, it was like she was two souls warring within her, one foot in the darkness and one in the light.
I knew what Xavier was talking about. I’d seen it myself. It was one of the reasons why I wanted
