LIAM
Life has a way of messing with you. One moment you thought you'd figured it out, you had the entire world at your fingertips, and the next, your life fell apart around you.
This was the way I felt when I found my father's lifeless body all those years ago. And it was the same way I felt holding Nora's limp body in my arms.
The memory of her pale face, the little red tinges of blood in the snow from where her skin had split open, still haunted me.
I was panicked, the worry evident in the tightness of my face as I laid her down to be attended to.
Nora had been there for about thirty minutes while I signed off on some paperwork at the front desk. The doctor had said she likely passed out from shock and, aside from the heavy bruising on her stomach that she'd be nursing for a couple
