Lily POV:
So, Mike came up down with some thing, and Nelly, ever the saint, offered to watch him while I "graciously" brought some fruits to the hospital and take them to Leila. Honestly, it's all so pathetic—the way these people bend over backward for each other like they're in some perfect little world.
But I had to play along. Couldn't have them thinking anything suspicious now, could I?
"Yeah, great," I muttered under my breath as I grabbed the basket of fruits, forcing a smile onto my face. Ugh, the things I had to do to keep up appearances. Pretend to be the supportive friend, the reformed woman who just wanted to help.
But what they didn't realize was that I was always three steps ahead of them.
I knew exactly what I was doing. Every little move, every perfectly timed visit—it all served a purpose. And this one? This was just another piece of my carefully constructed puzzle.
