3:00 PM, Special Supervision Ward, Hôpital Saint-Louis
The room was sparse: a bed, a table, two chairs, and a reinforced window. Liam sat on the edge of the bed in a hospital gown, restraint straps fastened around his wrists.
He looked up as Scarlett walked in. Dark circles hung under his eyes, but his gaze was clear—no trace of the breakdown she’d feared.
“Thank you for coming,” he said.
Scarlett took the chair opposite him. “You asked to see me.”
“I did.” Liam drew a deep breath. “First, about the child… I’m so sorry. Sorry for the things I didn’t know, and even more sorry for the things I knew but chose to keep silent about. You never should have carried that loss alone.”
“I accept your apology,” Scarlett said quietly. “But I won’t say ‘it’s okay,’ because it wasn’t. It changed yo
