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CHAPTER 43: Liam?!

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 11:44:48

The night stretched on, cold and quiet except for the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. My boots crunched against the gravel path as I kept moving forward. The sting in my scraped palms was a dull throb now, barely noticeable compared to the whirlwind of emotions swirling in my chest.

I didn’t know where I was going. Part of me hoped I’d stumble across something—anything—that could make sense of the chaos my life had become. The other part of me didn’t care where I ended up as long as it wasn’t back home, where Ethan, Greg and my mother’s tears waited for me.

As I walked, a faint sound caught my attention. I froze, my breath hitching as I strained to listen. Voices. Someone was talking—or maybe yelling? I couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was sharp, heated.

Curiosity pulled me forward, my feet moving almost of their own accord. The sound grew louder, more distinct, and I found myself slipping off the gravel path and into the shadows of a nearby alley. The dim
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