Becoming strangers again (Lily and Ryan) novel Chapter 174

LILY

Seated in her modest living room, I couldn’t help but fixate on the photograph of a little girl perched on what appeared to be a makeshift TV console. The frame stood out—its presence commanding attention despite the clutter around it.

The girl’s innocent smile, frozen in time, radiated an almost unbearable tenderness. Was this the child she had done everything for? The one who justified her every action, no matter how unforgivable?

A thought crept into my mind, unwelcome and jagged: What if she did it all for the sake of her sick daughter? Could she have sacrificed my three sons just to save her one daughter? The notion was unthinkable, not only senseless but monstrously cruel. What kind of mother could make that trade? What kind of person could even consider it?

I folded my arms tightly across my chest, the gesture more to steady myself than anything else.

My gaze remained locked on the photograph, as though it could somehow provide answers to questions that had no right to exist.

The room felt stifling, each second stretching uncomfortably, until the sharp metallic click of a lock being turned shattered the silence.

The door began to ease open, and I instinctively glanced at the security officer who had accompanied me. His posture stiffened instantly. His hand hovered near his hip.

But I wasn’t afraid. Not really. I didn’t believe she would do anything reckless. Not now. Not when her daughter’s fragile world depended on this home, this space remaining intact.

Surely, if she had even a shred of decency left, she wouldn’t destroy what little stability her daughter had. At least, that’s what I told myself. Because if she didn’t care—not even for her own child—then what kind of monster had I come face to face with?

The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, clutching the hand of a little girl who couldn’t have been more than eight.

Her face immediately froze when her eyes landed on me, seated comfortably in her living room with the young man I’d brought along.

Fear flickered across her features, her gaze darting between us, searching for answers or maybe an escape route.

“Who are you, and what do you want?”

Was she serious? Did she genuinely not recognize me, or was this some pathetic attempt to play dumb? I leaned back, letting the moment stretch. “Get your daughter inside. It’s cold out there.”

Her eyes narrowed, darting over to Neo, who stood silently beside me. “You don’t actually expect me to bring my child into a house with two strangers, do you?” she retorted, her tone defensive, as if she had any ground to stand on.

I uncrossed my legs deliberately, my gaze settling on the child she held so tightly. Her little face looked pale, unsure, her free hand clutching at the hem of her mother’s coat. “I think you’re scaring the child right now,” I said, pointing at the girl. “Besides, I’m not really a stranger. We’ve met before.” I allowed my words to hang for a moment before continuing, “And I’m pretty sure you’ve seen me on the news.”

Her face faltered, but she didn’t move.

I gestured toward the girl, my patience slipping. “Look, I’m only keeping this civil because of her,” I said, my voice cold. “But if you stand there much longer, pissing me off, I’m going to lose my cool. And trust me, you don’t want that.”

She hesitated, her grip on the child’s hand tightening briefly before she exhaled and gently nudged her forward. “Go on, sweetheart,” she murmured softly, crouching down to the little girl’s level. “Go to your room while Mummy talks with the visitors.”

The girl nodded, her wide, wary eyes flitting between the three of us before she turned and quietly slipped into one of the back rooms, the door clicking shut behind her.

Camilla straightened, smoothing her skirt with trembling hands before sitting across from me. She tucked her knees together, her posture defensive. “What do you want?”