What Lily Admitted When the Music Finally Slowed
Later that night, when the crowd thinned and the music softened, Lily and I slipped out to the back patio.
Cool air. Quiet. The kind of calm that shows up after emotional overload.
Lily leaned on the railing, looking out into the dark.
I didn’t want to ambush her on her wedding night.
But I also wasn’t going to pretend a bomb hadn’t gone off in my chest.
“I want you to know something,” I started.
She turned toward me, eyes steady.
“She came,” she said immediately.
Not a question.
A conclusion.
