Mia felt it before she knew why.It started as a pressure in her chest, sudden and sharp, like her lungs had forgotten how to work. The music at the gala blurred into noise, the lights too bright, the laughter too loud. She pressed a hand to her stomach, steadying herself.Something was wrong.“Mia?” Ava leaned closer. “You’re pale.”“I need air,” she said, already turning away.She pushed through the crowd, heels clicking too fast, her breath coming uneven. Outside the ballroom, the night was cooler, quieter but the feeling didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, coiling tighter around her ribs.She pulled out her phone again.No new calls. No messages.Jared hadn’t shown up. And that unknown call earlier it sat heavy in her mind, unfinished, unresolved.She dialed his number.Straight to voicemail.Her fingers trembled as she lowered the phone. “Come on,” she whispered. “Pick up.”Behind her, the glass doors opened.Liam stepped out, jacket slung over his arm, his face tight with wor
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