Liam takes me to a house I've never seen before.
It's two hours outside the city, down winding roads that turn from pavement to gravel to dirt. The house itself is small, outdated, paint peeling on the shutters. Nothing like the penthouse where he lives now or the office building with his name on it.
"Where are we?" I ask as he parks.
"Somewhere I should have brought you months ago." He doesn't get out right away. Just sits there gripping the steering wheel. "This is where I grew up."
I look at the house with new eyes. Try to picture young Liam here, before the money, before the success, before Natasha broke him.
"I haven't been back in eight years," he says quietly. "Not since my father died. Couldn't bring myself to sell it but couldn't stand to visit either. But I need to show you
