“I don’t know what to do.” “You’re going to rehab,” I say assuredly, even though a pain weighs on my chest. I know this is the right thing. For both of us. “I can’t leave you.” He drops his hand. “It could be months, Lily. I don’t want you with another guy…” “I’m going to be strong,” I tell him, taking his hands in mine. I squeeze. “I’m going to go to therapy.” “Lily…” His pained voice sends daggers to my heart. “I’m going to move in with Rose.” He shuts his eyes and more tears spill.
