(Hailey Miller's POV)
The warehouse door fell shut behind Liam with a hard, final thud that seemed to land against my ribs. The sound hung in the air, a single detonated note that left a cold vacancy where light had been. The temperature in the room shifted; the air felt thicker, as if the decision he had just walked away to make had left a physical weight behind. I knew—bone-deep, the way you know the street outside your apartment at two a.m.—that he wasn't stepping out for fresh air. He was stepping out to deliver a sentence.
Alejandro Torres. The name landed like a stone in the quiet. It meant nothing to me and everything to the man who'd left—it flashed across his face for the barest breath before he smoothed it back into that practiced mask of control. In that instant I saw the engi
