"Thank you for agreeing to talk with me," Roger said, his eyes fixed on Lily as she sat across from him in the café.
He hadn't expected her to get into his car so easily, but she had—and now, sitting here with her, his heart clung to a fragile hope.
"Don't flatter yourself, Roger," Lily replied, her tone sharp as ice. "I didn't come with you because you asked me to. I came to clear a few things between us."
Her cold gaze cut through him like a blade. His chest tightened with pain, but he quickly masked it, leaning back in his seat to maintain his composure.
"You've changed, Lily," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes studying her every move.
"People change over time, Roger—especially when they've seen enough in the name of friendship," she scoffed, mocking him with the very words he'd once used against her.
