Wearing a casual pair of white cotton pants and a deep green sweater, with a scarf tying her hair back from her face, Lille stood and watched the waves. He doesn’t love me, she argued in her head, as she had since she’d watched the video yesterday. “Good morning.” John approached her. He was wearing running gear, sunglasses firmly covering his eyes. “Good morning, John.” “Ready for the party?” “Honestly, I’ve never felt less like partying.” John nodded. “Kim said she sent you a video from the bar yesterday.” Lille said, “I got that message and a call from my father in the space of ten minutes.” “What did your father want?” “I don’t know. I hung up.” Lille shook her head. “My father doesn’t deserve anything else from me.” “What about Max?”
