ALEXANDER
I lied. I had to.
There was no way I was bringing Liam back to the house where he got hurt, I wasn’t stupid enough to do that, not when I still didn’t know exactly who was responsible and for how long. How could I risk traumatizing him further by making him wake up to the same room where he had most probably cried himself to sleep?
The guilt gnawed at me, making my chest ache. My son deserved better. I felt like a failure, a deadbeat who didn’t deserve the title of “father.” He probably hated me, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.
But I was determined to make things right. Liam was in a safe place now, and until I could uncover who had hurt him, I would keep him there. I just had to figure out how to reunite him with Raina—on my terms.
Yesterday, as I watched Raina walk awa
