LIANA'S POV
It was too quiet for a friday night. The silence was not the comforting kind. Not the peaceful quiet of victory. No… this quiet was jagged, like the world was suspended, ready for the other shoe to drop.
I sat by the window, bare feet, robe wrapped, blanket draped around my legs. Cam was sleeping upstairs, little body wedged in star-printed sheets and pillows of softness. I had kissed her forehead a few minutes earlier and said that I loved her. She had mumbled about clouds and rolled over. The untouched glass of red wine beside me on the table was warming up, but I couldn't make myself drink. I'd fought a war today and won, but I couldn't keep my body from shaking.
It wasn't euphoria. Surprisingly, it wasn't relief. It was… something more sinister. The boardroom conversatio
