LIAM
I returned to the room and found Alexia with Lily, their laughter filling the space. Alexia’s long dark hair fell over her shoulder as she tickled Lily, and our daughter’s giggles echoed in the air, the sound oddly out of place with the heaviness in my chest.
“You look pale,” Alexia said, rising to her feet the moment she saw me. She crossed the room in quick strides, her brows furrowed with concern.
Her hand reached out to touch my cheek, but I stepped back instinctively, shrugging off her attempt at comfort.
She had been unusually attentive lately, hovering around me more than usual. Was it guilt? Or was I just overthinking everything?
I couldn’t stop my mind from drifting back to the last time I saw her with Jackson. I had been ready to suspect her, but her explanation came to
