g on the couch we' d picked out together two years ago. Instead of conc
? It's Liam. He needs me." It was always Liam. On our anniversary, the n
ith fake vulnerability, faltered. "Olivia said you guys were having a talk. I can go if this is a bad tim
. I felt a snap inside me. "You' re always having a panic attack, Liam," I blu
oah, stop it. You know he struggles. How can you be so cruel?" She moved to Liam' s side, placing a
my bag. As I walked out, Olivia' s voice, thick with disbelief, followed me. "You' re really leaving? Over this? You' re just going to throw everything awa