Astrid’s POVThe first thing I noticed was that he didn’t say good morning.Liam always said it, even if he was tired, even if he barely slept, even if River had already worn him out by sunrise — it was just something he did. That small, automatic thing. But not today.He was sitting at the edge of the table, one hand wrapped around a cup he hadn’t touched, just staring at it like he forgot what it was for. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair uncombed, and he didn’t even look up when I walked in.“You alright?” I asked.He nodded, but it took him a second too long.I walked over and leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. “You sure?”“Yeah,” he said, voice low. “I just didn’t sleep well.”River came thumping down the stairs right after that, dragging his blanket behind him like a cape, asking for porridge. Liam moved like he always did — got up, stirred the pot on the stove, helped River into the chair — but something about it felt… stiff. Too automatic.I was watching closely, but
Последнее обновление : 2025-07-21 Читайте больше