LIANA'S POV
I was taken aback by the knock at the door just as I had managed a moment's respite. I had just tucked Cam into bed, her tiny body curled up in the security of slumber, and my own head was still spinning from the voicemail I had played only a moment before.
I approached the door, the burden in my heart a pressure I could not shake. Opening it, I was not surprised to see Nathan standing there. The man had an unreasonable knack for showing up at the exact moment I needed him.
"You're late," I said dryly, stepping aside so he could enter.
Nathan stepped in, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on me. "Sorry. I've been busy tying up loose ends." He carried a briefcase—a plain one, but I understood what it contained: the final pieces of a puzzle that would, once fitted tog
