Aria’s POV
Liam and I went down into the kitchen, where I put a pot of coffee on. It was late for caffeine, but after the day we’d had, for this conversation, I wanted to be fully alert.
I’d agreed to hear Liam out, as I’d never fully given him the chance to explain in the past. My feelings were still tangled, hot and too big to ignore, but for the children’s sake, if not for my own, I would force myself to be calm while I heard him out.
While I waited by the coffee pot, Liam paced the length of the kitchen. Though he was silent, he was making the same gestures as he would if he were speaking – perhaps practicing what he was going to say?
I ignored him for now. When the coffee was done, I poured two cups. Without even realizing it, I prepared his just how he liked it. Only when I finis
