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Liam’s POV

The clock on the nightstand read five in the morning when I woke up. The house was silent, yet my chest felt unbearably heavy. This unease wasn't like the usual kind. It was sharper, gnawing at me as though something was wrong.

I sat at the edge of the bed, running both hands over my face. Normally, I would fall back asleep after waking this early, but not this time. My body refused. There was a pull—an invisible alarm screaming inside me. I got up, walked to the window, and pushed the curtain aside. The sky outside was still draped in gray, dawn only beginning to break through the night. The cold air slipped in, brushing against my skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made me shiver. It was the emptiness, the strange pull toward something I couldn’t name.

I tried to ignore it. I made coffee, sat at the table, turned on my phone. But even as my eyes stared at the blank screen, my mind drifted in one direction. Sienna. Her name appeared uninvited, clear and insi