I walked until my hands went numb. Until the cabin disappeared behind trees.
Found the same fallen log. Sat in the same spot where Grace had found me.
Different reasons. Same doubts.
Footsteps crunched through snow behind me.
I didn't turn around. "If you're here to tell me I'm an i***t, save your breath."
"I was actually going to ask if you're okay." Not Ethan. Not Grace.
Lily.
I spun around. "What are you doing out here? It's freezing. Where's your dad?"
"In his room. Being sad." She climbed onto the log beside me. Too-big coat. Boots unlaced. No hat. "I snuck out. He doesn't know."
"Lily—"
"Are you leaving?" Her voice was small. Scared. "Because of the fight? Because I got upset?"
"No. God, no. None of this is your fault."
"Then whose fault is it?"
"Mine. Your dad's. Both o
