Liana's Pov
The rain came down so hard I could barely see the clinic sign through my windshield. I sat in the car for ten minutes, telling myself to drive home, but my hands turned the key off instead.
I needed to say sorry in person for pushing him earlier. I needed him to know I understood why he had to send me away. I stepped out and ran through the downpour without an umbrella because I was already crying anyway.
I knocked softly on the glass door. He opened it fast, like he heard me coming. Brian stood there in his shirt sleeves, the top button undone, his hair messy from running his hands through it. His eyes went wide when he saw me soaked and shaking.
“Liana,” he said low, pulling me inside quickly. “Jesus, you’re drenched. What are you doing here? Do you have something to tell
