Lisa lay still, her eyes closed, breathing slow and controlled.
She listened as Liam moved quietly around the room, his footsteps light, as if afraid to wake her.
But she was already awake.
Her mind raced, looping the video in her head—the sound of his father’s voice ordering the tea to be drugged. Her stomach churned at the memory.
Did Liam know?
Or was he just another victim?
A part of her wanted to believe in his innocence. But another part, the part that had survived betrayal before, told her to be careful.
The mattress shifted as Liam sat beside her, unaware that she was fully awake.
“Lisa…” his voice was soft, hesitant. “I’m heading to the office.”
She kept her eyes closed.
A pause. Then a gentle brush of his fingers against her hairline.
“I left you coffee. Your favorite.
