Iris
How could he? After everything we’ve been through, after Miles, after all his promises… How could he choose Veronica over me? Over Miles? Over his family?
“Miss Willford?” Emi’s voice breaks through the roaring in my ears. “Are you alright?”
I snap back to reality, finding Emi sitting beside me on the sofa with her hand on my shoulders and a concerned look on her face. The detective has long since left. I hardly even remember him leaving, I was in such a state after seeing that photograph.
“I… I’m fine,” I say, which is a blatant lie. Emi tilts her head, clearly not buying it.
Truthfully, I want to curl up in a ball and die right here and right now. Arthur promised me. He swore he would reject Veronica, that he would come back to me, coma back to us, give me that
