"I was wrong all along."
Lily let out a bitter laugh, her voice barely audible over the wind.
"Alice was right. Why wasn't I the one who died?"
If she had never existed, none of this would have happened.
Ethan's hand clenched into a tight fist.
"You did nothing wrong! Lily, listen to me—you did nothing wrong!"
The past was the past.
There was no point in dragging it forward.
He didn't bring her all this way to watch her fall.
Lily looked at him, fresh tears spilling over.
Nothing wrong?
She had done everything wrong.
"Lily."
Ethan's voice was steady, yet beneath it, something fractured.
"The day my mother stood before me, I begged her not to jump. I got on my knees—I pleaded. And she still did it anyway."
His eyes locked onto hers.
"I am never begging again. I am never letting you do the same damn thing in front of me."
Then, before she could react—
