Lilian’s POV
My small rucksack is packed with a few decorative items from around the flat along with a few items of clothing. I pick up the framed photo of Dakota and I, biting my lip uncertainly before placing it back where it was.
I need to leave everything behind that could lead Tyson to anyone I care about. If he knows I have other people out here who care about me he’ll hurt them just to cut them off from me.
Picking up my bag, I walk back to the living room and place it behind the couch so it’s not in clear view before taking a seat and waiting impatiently for the most important people in my life to knock on my door.
Exactly three hours and forty seven minutes later, a knock sounds from the front door and I jump, swallowing down a scream of terror.
Pushing myself slowly to my fe
