Ella’s heels clicked against the pavement as she walked away, each step faster than the last.
She needed to breathe. To think.
But her mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
The name on her screen.
The message.
Him.
It had been years since she heard that name. Years since she let herself remember.
And now? It was back.
Her phone buzzed again.
Another message.
"You can’t ignore this, Ella. It’s about Liam."
She stopped dead in her tracks.
Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the phone.
About Liam?
Her stomach twisted.
Behind her, she could still feel the weight of his gaze, burning into her back even though she wasn’t sure if he had followed.
Slowly, she turned.
Liam was still standing in the doorway of the bar, watching her.
He didn’t move. Didn’t call after her.
He didn’t have to.
Even from here, she could feel it—the pull.
The silent war between them.
She swallowed hard, then forced herself to move again, slipping into the shadows of the street.
She needed answers.
She needed to know why, after all these years, the past was colliding with the man who had just kissed her like he owned her.
And most of all—
She needed to know if she was already too late.