His Lies, Our Undying Love

with a marble floor so polished I could see my own frightened face in it. A massive crystal chandeli

. It felt deliberate, a message that I

ping staircase, looking down at me. They were

more than my mother made in a year. Her posture was perfect, her expression a careful mask of boredom. She

re colder. He was dressed in a simple, expensive-looking black sweater and pants. He wa

with my single, shabby suitcase. The

e. Her voice was smo

u're t

arble. She stopped a few feet in front of me, her eyes raking

tay in your lane. Don't touch our things. Don't

ise. He stopped next to his sister, his arms crossed over his chest. H

devoid of emotion. "You're here because of a promi

od their message perfectly. I was an i

t," I w

ctly sculpted eyebrow

ing down a long hallway. Liam lingere

your room," he said, before

ssing down on me. I wanted to be invisible. I wanted to shrink until I

standing silently in th

s," he said, his tone profe

with cold, wealthy faces. We went down a long, carpeted hal

r room," he said,

window that looked out over the back of the gardens. It w

you,"

d left, closing t

I belonged here. I was just a ghost, haunting the edges of someone else's life. I would try to do exa