"It didn't sound like nonsense," Liam stepped closer, his brow furrowed in a way that looked dangerously like compassion. "It sounded like a confession. You were shaking, Sarah. You looked at me and you said you wouldn't be his punching bag anymore. You said you were trying to be better so he wouldn't get angry."
The words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs. I felt the familiar, cold coils of panic tightening in my stomach. I had to shut this down. I had to protect the "New Jason" at all costs.
"I was out of it, Liam! People say crazy things after surgery," I insisted, my voice rising. "I probably saw a commercial or a news report. It means nothing."
"It means everything," Liam countered, moving even closer. He wasn't being aggressive; he was being relentless
