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“She’s gone,” I mumble.
Adam appears in front of me, his face distraught. “Grey?”
“She’s….” I choke on my own sob. “They said she’s….” Tears fill my eyes, then I hear it.
“Greyson?”
My head snaps in the direction of Tilly’s voice.
Alive.
She’s sitting in a wheelchair, her father standing behind her, along with Camille and Whitley.
“Rosie?” The word is strained. Barely slipping through my lips.
“I’m ok.” She tries to stand, but Cap lays a hand on her shoulder.
I meet her midway, dropping to my knees in front of her. “They told me you didn’t make it.” She snakes her arms around my neck. “Fuck, I thought I’d never see you again.”
She cries into the crook of my neck. She smells like smoke and her hair is coated with ashes.
Jace comes barreling around the hallway with Easton in tow as I held Tilly in my arms.
“Lucy.” She sucks in a breath, then pulls back to face me. “It was Lucy.”
I scrunch my brow. “What do you mean?”
“It was her. She did it all. She killed Blaine and set you up. She was in the house…she’s crazy….”
“Hey.” I wipe away the tears that slide down her cheeks. “It’s ok. What happened? Did she hurt you?”
“It’s a flesh wound. They stitched her up good,” Cap answers.
“Have they arrested her?” I ask.
“No…she…. didn’t make it.” Tilly peers up at her father.
That must have been who the nurse was referring to.
“Why would Lucy do all of this? I thought y’all were friends?” I ask, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Let’s get Tilly discharged then we’ll lay it all out, Grey. We still need to get the report from Tilly.” Jace slides his hands in his pockets. “It’s been a long couple of days.”
He was right. It had been a long couple of days, and I was never leaving this woman’s side again.
Chapter 57
Tilly
“Apparently this wasn’t the first time Lucy has had a run in with the law. She was arrested in Mountain Lake six years ago for stalking.” Jace announces.
“I never saw it.” I shift on my childhood couch, trying to get comfortable.
It’s literally the same one since I was a kid. My dad had saved for months to buy the set for my mother and even though it’s worn, none of us seem to be able to part with it.
I wince as I tuck my legs underneath me. Thank God the knife didn’t slice all the way through. It was a deep cut, but nothing some stitches and rest couldn’t fix.
“Baby, sit still. You’re going to rip your stitches.” Greyson scolds as he places a fresh cup of lemonade in front of me.
