Morning light filtered through the tall windows of my room, casting long golden streaks across the floor. I stirred under the covers, my body reluctant to wake up, but my mind was already alert—troubled.
Liam’s behavior yesterday was… strange. He had been nice. Too nice. As if the past few years of coldness, mockery, and cruel remarks had never happened. As if he hadn’t tried to humiliate me just days ago.
I should’ve been relieved. Maybe even grateful. Wasn’t this what I had wanted? A chance to fix things between us? To no longer be the girl he barely tolerated?
But instead, unease curled in my stomach. It felt unnatural. Forced.
Liam wasn’t the type to suddenly let things go.
With a sigh, I slipped out of bed and prepared for the day, deciding that the best way to deal with this was
