As I slowly regained consciousness, I realized that I was in my own marital bedroom that I shared with Liam.
I was taken aback for a moment, unsure if I was dreaming or if this was real. The photos that I had had destroyed and burned away were once again on the wall, in their original frames.
Had Liam reprinted the photos? When did he finally notice I had removed them?
The faint aroma of soup lingered in the air as I stirred. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness hit me, sending me collapsing back onto the bed.
What confused me more than the sudden reappearance of the photos was the strong hand steadying me from the side.
I was pulled into Liam's familiar yet distant embrace as his voice murmured above me, "Thank the Goddess, you’re finally awake. You've been out for two whole
