Lila’s P.O.V.
The day couldn’t end fast enough! My hands trembled as I clutched the edges of the bathroom sink, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. My reflection in the mirror looked pale and unfamiliar—wide-eyed, disoriented like I was staring at a stranger.
I couldn’t focus.
I Couldn’t breathe.
The letter lay crumpled on the floor by my feet, its words burned into my mind, taunting me.
Wedding invoice: $26,580.94.
Payable immediately by Lila Monroe…
My chest tightened painfully, and my vision blurred around the edges. I leaned over the sink, trying to catch my breath, trying to ground myself in the cool, ceramic feel of the counter beneath my fingers. But the panic was flooding in too fast, crashing over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under.
This can’t be happening.
Minu
