“Lily Calloway,” I murmur, and she finally looks up at me. I love you. I don’t even have to say the words before her eyes well with tears. I breathe deeply, my muscles wound tight. Years and years with Lily, my best friend, rush through my veins. It’s a connection that spawned early on, from chasing her around a golf course and hiding underneath pillows on a yacht. From escaping to a bedroom and playing pretend behind a bar. From shutting out the world until it was just us. I open my mouth to say more, but it’s hard to put everything to words. A tear drips down her cheek. “I know.”
