"Turns out Max wasn't dead," Liam began, his voice shaking from exhaustion and fear. "I managed to find her. Max wasn't dead." "And the kid?" Cassian asked. "It's a boy, right?" "He's our son, Derrick," Liam told him. "When Max and I split up, she was pregnant and I had no idea until I found her. We've been in hiding all this time... but they found us." Cassian ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "I'm gonna need a beer for this," he said, heading to the minibar and grabbing a drink. "Alright, start from the top." For half an hour, Liam went over the whole mess—murders, schemes, thefts, betrayals. Cassian listened, occasionally glancing at the baby, who had started crying from all the tension his father was unintentionally passing on. "Alright, hand him over or the whole hotel's gonna know you're here," Cassian grumbled, taking the baby from him and rocking him gently until he calmed down. Liam sat on the bed and buried his head in his hands for a moment.
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