Lilly has just almost fainted (or something) as she scrutinizes Lewis Hunter in the butcher shop. He laughs when she tells him she's a vegetarian - a private joke? Remember, he likes his own meat almost raw...
She worried at her bottom lip, an endearing and surprisingly sexy tick. “That's not why I felt ill, though.”Happy Sunday!
Still staring at me with flinty eyes, she stood, her legs unfolding like snow-bent trees after a thaw; gracefully, slowly, as if she expected them to buckle again under some invisible weight that only I could see.
This was not good.
When she was being whisked away on the stretcher, she had met my eyes - called me her angel.
Had she been lucid?
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