Sarah's POV
I stepped back, allowing Liam to enter the room. The air between us was still thick with the ghost of his confession, but the lethal edge had softened into something somber, a heavy weight that seemed to pull at the very corners of the room. He took the small velvet chair by the vanity, looking far too large for the delicate, feminine furniture, while I sat on the very edge of the bed, facing him. The distance between us felt like a canyon filled with things left unsaid.
"Thank you for listening to me," he said, his voice raspy, like he’d been swallowing glass. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at the floorboards. "I really did tell you everything. It was a complete accident... until it wasn't. I was young, I was stupid, and it is the singular gre
