Aria’s POV
At the end of the day, I stopped by Liam’s office to see what time he’d be home for dinner. Yet when I walked into his office, his desk was covered in towers of paperwork. He was leaning over his desk, his head dipped low, his fingers carded through his hair.
“Liam?” I asked.
He lifted his head at once. Seeing me, he exhaled, shoulders slumping slightly. “Aria?”
“It’s 5 o’clock,” I told him. He’d promised he was going to start coming home earlier, to spend more time with the kids and me.
“Is it?” he asked and reached for his cell phone. After checking the time, he sighed. “Oh, Aria, I’m sorry. This day’s gotten away from me.”
“You are staying late?”
“Something’s come up in the financials. I can’t leave until I can figure out where all this money has gone.”
I came furthe
