Chapter 18. Envy

Lily’s POV

The salty breeze clung to my skin as I stumbled away from the shore, my legs unsteady and my breaths shallow. The ocean roared behind me, but I dared not look back. My chest heaved as I pressed a trembling hand to my lips, as if that could somehow keep the nausea at bay.

What have I done?

The question gnawed at me as I slipped into the shadows of the boardwalk, I made my way over to my car quickly and got in. My mind was a whirlwind, one part of me panicking over what had just happened, the other viciously rationalizing it.

I hadn’t pushed her, she had fallen on her own and it’s not my fault.

Victoria wasn’t dead. She was probably still thrashing in the water, but someone would save her. Someone always saved her.

The thought soured my stomach further. It wasn’t fair.

Victoria Hawthorne. The golden girl. The beloved daughter, the star student, the perfect wife. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I clawed and scra