room, a silent observer in my own home. Liam carried Olivia out of the car, holding her in his arms as if s

completely ignor

tone was casual, as if she were speaking to a piece of fur

soaked from the ra

g a hint of command. "Liam' s clothes are

fetch clothes for the man she had just publicly declared her

loset, my side filled with neat, simple clothes. I picked out a pair of beige casual pants and a blue and white

irs and handed them to Liam.

like back then, he always knew how to dress." She let out a small

me. Every syllable was a reminder of my status, of how

walked over to me. He looked down a

ripping with false concern. "Olivia was just te

, pouting. "Olivia, see

ng at me. "Ethan, what are you doing? Liam

r against me. The pain was so intense it was almost ph

my voice hoarse. "L