Lila’s P.O.V.
I sat in the bathtub, knees drawn up to my chest, the water warm around me but doing little to calm the storm that churned inside of me. My breath came in shallow waves, the remnants of the near panic attack still clinging to me like a cold, damp fog. I tried to focus on the steady sound of water dripping from the faucet, but it did nothing to drown out the suffocating pressure in my chest.
That bill.
The words on the page had felt like a slap to the face, a reminder of everything I thought I had left behind that day that I had run out of city hall like a thief in the night. I could still see it in my mind, the cold, clinical language telling me I owed thousands for a wedding that never even happened. It was surreal. How could they demand payment for something that had bee
