|Theodore|
Lily didn’t say Carmella’s name. In fact, it seemed like she went out of her way not to.
I shot up from my seat without thinking, my pulse thundering in my ears. My instincts screamed at me to charge toward Lily, to demand answers right there and then—clarity, truth, anything that would explain what the hell she meant. But I forced myself to stop.
She had just slapped Carmella not long ago—I couldn’t lose control. My fists clenched at my sides, my entire body taut with restraint.
“What?” Jeremiah’s voice cut through the thick silence like a blade. He turned to face his wife, eyes sharp with surprise. “You know someone who could help Carmella, Lily?”
Lily met his gaze with a slow, almost reluctant nod. Her features were unreadable—stiff, guarded. But when her eyes drifted to
