CHAPTER 22: MAKING AMENDS

Simon’s Point of View

My thoughts had been a mess since the night I arrived and saw Lily again. It’d been three years since I last saw her. Yet, my world paused every time I laid eyes on her.

She stood in the kitchen, her focus on the knife as she spread butter on her bread. I wondered what she was thinking as I walked in. I could tell I had interrupted her the moment she spotted me.

She looked tense, her hand gripping the knife a little too tightly. She glared at me alarmed. “What are you doing here?”

I stepped forward before she could move, my body pressing against the counter, blocking her path. “Lily, we need to talk.”

“Move away, Simon. I’ll hurt you if you don’t,” she threatened, raising the knife to my face.

I didn't move, my eyes locking onto hers. I was pissed at myself for leaving her, but I had to make her hear me out. “Please, Lily. Just listen.”

She stared at me. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t cut your throat after what you did.”

Slowly, I reached out, taking he