Chapter Fourteen

Killian's POV

I had tried everything to get the smell of Everly out of the room we once shared.

But I swear, even though the bedsheets were brand new, they still smelled like lilacs, same as she once did.

I lean on the railing of the balcony May had insisted we add to the bedroom, watching the sun setting in the sky as I drink whiskey from a flask I’d taken to carrying around with me.

I imagine the nagging Everly would have given me if she saw how much I was drinking these days. But I couldn’t help it. The whiskey was turning into the only way to quell the everpresent irritation that had been lingering in my gut since my wife had left me.

I scoff a little when I think about how quickly Everly had given our lives up together. I mean, all those years of making it clear the only thing she cared about was moving up in the world, and she runs the second things get rocky? She gave up everything, her home and pack, all the nice things we’d worked so hard to obtain. For the longest time, s