Gazing out the window, Lily observed the rain pelting the glass. The sole source of light in the shadowed city was the dim glow of streetlamps in the distance. It reflected the confusion whirling around inside her head. She had doubts about everything she believed to be true, everything she had based her existence on. The past several weeks had flown by, with every day revealing a new layer of the complex web she had become entangled in. Daniel's treachery. Cassandra's schemes. Ethan's contradictory involvement in this.