“Who are you?” I said bravely.
The knocking sound stopped. Silence. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the ticking of the clock and the beating of my heart.
I latch the door. Then he took the doorknob and opened the door slowly. You could just about see the figure behind the door because there was a small gap in it.
He was neatly dressed, wearing a grey suit and black shoes. He stood in the middle, between the two bodyguards, looking relaxed. He has his hands in his trouser pockets and is looking at the crack in my door.
Liam.
He smiled in a silly way and lifted one hand as if to say hello.
“What are you doing here?”
“Is that a question?” He asked, not curious, but as if dismissive of my question. “I really wanted to see you.”
“What for?” I said quietly in the doo
