After we finished eating, I followed Wesley into the living room while Liam got ready for the day. It was Wednesday and I wasn't sure if he’d be heading into the city, but my mind was heavy with questions I’d been cataloging for months. When Liam finally emerged, he looked effortless—dressed well enough for a meeting, but without the armor of a tie.
"Are you going in?" I asked, my voice hopeful.
"No, not today," he said, offering a small smile. "I thought I’d hang out here. With you."
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at his words, a stark contrast to the dread I used to feel when Jason stayed home. "Good. I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things."
He sat down across from me, his expression attentive. "Okay. Ask."
"First... do you know what happened to Vance?" I leaned forward, my
