Liam’s POV.
I stood outside Melissa’s room, unable to stay still, waiting for Warren to come out. For the twentieth time, I paced the length of the hallway before stopping in front of her door again, my gaze fixed on the wooden surface separating us.
More than once, I nearly raised my hand to knock on the door and force myself inside to talk to her.
I wanted to explain myself. I wanted to tell her that none of this had happened because I didn’t love her. That everything I had done had been for us and for the future of Silver Lake.
But every time I gathered the courage, the memory of how she didn’t even spare me a single glance earlier shattered my heart.
I would have preferred if she had cursed me. If she had called me every terrible name she could think of. At least then, I would h
