"I just hate that he's still hurting you," I said, a sudden flash of anger burning through my exhaustion. "Even from a distance, even while facing a grand jury, he is still finding ways to drag you down with him."
"He isn't dragging me down," Liam countered, his voice dropping into a deep, unyielding register. He caught my chin between his fingers, forcing me to lock eyes with him. "He’s drowning, Sarah. And when a man like Jason Vanderbilt drowns, he claws at anything close to him to try and stay afloat. But I am not a lifeline he can grab. I am the anchor pulling him straight to the bottom. He can throw whatever charges he wants at me in that courtroom, but he is going to jail, and I am coming home to you. That is the only outcome that matters."
The finality in his voice was absolute.
