Liam’s POV
I blinked against the morning light, the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains. My arm instinctively reached out to the space beside me, but all I felt was the coolness of the sheets.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes, confusion settling in. The bed felt oddly empty—too empty. Usually, I’d wake up with Olivia’s leg draped over my stomach, her soft breathing a gentle reminder of her presence. But now... nothing.
"Olivia?" I called out, my voice still rough with sleep.
Silence.
A wave of unease washed over me as I threw the covers aside and stood up. My senses sharpened, and my mind raced through possibilities. Had something happened? Did she leave?
I pulled on a shirt and opened the door, my steps quickening as I moved through the hallway.
"Olivia!" I called again, loud
