LIAM’S POV
The glass doors shut behind me as I stepped out of Michael’s office. I stood at the center of the lobby, hands in the pocket of my dark coat. I could feel the cameras had already turned my way. But I didn't care. I wasn't here to hide. I was done hiding.
Micheal's voice still echoed in my head from that office—low, angry, shaking with something between hate and heartbreak.
It was easier when Micheal was the enemy
When I could pin the years of resentment, years of abandonment, the loss of the man who rebuilt everything I'd destroyed. But hearing his voice crack just now—I hadn't expected that. I didn't expect to feel anything either.
I should have left. I should’ve turned around and walked out like the storm I came in as.
But my feet didn't move.
Instead I found myself s
