It had been twenty four hours since Lily returned to her father’s mansion. Twenty-four hours since she fell apart, and twenty-four hours of crying that left her hollow. “I’ll be in my room,” she had muttered the moment they stepped inside. Her father’s voice had followed, gentle but heavy with concern. “Are you okay, butterfly?” Lily had turned to him, her eyes red and glassy. She tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. Finally, she croaked, “I don’t know, Dad. I don’t even know what *fine* means anymore. Everything feels wrong.” Daniels had stepped closer, his hand resting on her shoulder. “Talk to me, baby girl,” he urged, guiding her to the couch. As they sat, the floodgates opened. “I should’ve known,” Lily whispered, her voice trembling. “The resemblance, the way he spoke, the little things—it was all right there, and I didn’t see it. Twice, Dad. Twice I fell for him, and both times he fooled me.” Her father pulled her close as the sobs wracked her body. “I can’t
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