Lilian’s POV
My old living room surrounds me, I can still smell the fireplace, the scent of burnt newspaper wafting toward me. The coffee table in front of me is no longer Daxton’s chic glass topped one with Declan perched on it, instead it’s a chipped wooden one with water rings from bottles of beer and stains from coffee cups.
‘I can help you Lilibug’ Tyson murmurs again, taking my hand in his, and squeezing it affectionately. ‘Let me help you, please’ he adds earnestly.
I meet his gaze, desperate as he smiles warmly across at me.
‘You want to help me?’ I ask brokenly.
‘Of course I do’ Tyson replies warmly, lifting his hand to brush the hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. ‘I love you Lilibug, I would do anything to keep you with me.’
I give him a grateful smile and nod, a
