RONAN
Two days passed. Or maybe it was three. I had stopped counting.
Lily slept. Martha came and went. The food kept appearing. My parents forced me to eat but I never saw Iris. I never asked where she was. I just knew she was there, somewhere, waiting, the same way I was waiting.
On the morning of the third day, I was half-asleep, my head on the edge of Lily's bed, her hand limp in mine. The exhaustion had finally caught up with me. That was when I felt it. Lily's fingers twitched.
I was awake in an instant, her hand was warm in mine, and her fingers had moved, I was sure of it.
"Lily?" I called.
Nothing happened. Just her chest rising and falling, her face still and pale, her lips slightly parted.
I waited and watched as her fingers twitched again. And again. And then, her eye
