What she told Ambrož wasn’t a lie. She was offering a way to get his revenge. She just wasn’t telling him the whole story. Lily was uncertain and hated secrets. But secrets, uncertainty, and regrets was what she seemed to be dealt in life. There was no love, no warm home, no treasured someone in her life.
Bleh and double bleh. Poor Lily. Still unformed but not as unformed as my unnamed antagonist – not protagonist, as I wrote earlier. Sorry, sleepy brain.