Sarah's POV
The silence that followed Liam ending the call was deafening. I had been standing by the kitchen island, my fingers white-knuckled as I gripped the edge of the granite, watching him through the glass door. As soon as he stepped back inside and slid the phone into his pocket, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.
"Do you think he knows?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "Liam, tell me. Did he sound like he knew?"
Liam didn't answer immediately. He stood there for a beat, his gaze fixed on the floor, a shadow of something unreadable crossing his face.
"Liam?" I pressed, my voice rising. "Why did you hesitate?"
He moved quickly then, crossing the space between us and placing his hands firmly on my shoulders. His touch was grounding, a stark contrast to the in
