Liam’s POV
“Boss, the letter was sent to her already,” Posh’s voice came through my phone speaker, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face after hearing his words.
“Great job, Posh. I could tell she’s found out what her dad was hiding from her reaction earlier,” I remarked, sensing he was pleased with my praise.
I ended the call and tossed my phone away as I continued stirring the pot of soup I had been cooking. I may be a blockhead sometimes and a very bossy person, but one thing I was extremely good at was making great meals.
My mom had made sure to instill that gift in me before taking her own life, and every time I cooked, memories of her came flashing back.
When Aliya got in earlier, I knew immediately she had received my gift. This game I was about to play wi
