Lila
She breathed everything out and turned, biting her lip against the tears that immediately sprang up to blur her vision.
A few steps in, she stood on the spot where they sat on the floor that night when things had been so crazy. She could see him there, folded onto the floor with his long arms and legs, the way he'd sat back with his head against the wall and she'd sat between his knees. Swallowing tears, she walked through the massive living room, stroking the back of the huge leather sectional where they'd curled up that one time and he'd pulled her into his chest. The same place she'd sat and watched him work when he was under such intense stress… and then he proposed.
Turning away from that memory and all it raised, she walked through to the bedroom.
