Aria
The front door bursts open so hard it slams against the wall, and every muscle in my body locks tight.
Then I see him.
“Liam—”
Theo and Kiara are half-carrying, half-dragging my brother inside, his arm slung over Theo’s shoulders. Blood streaks his shirt, dark and drying, and for a split second, the world narrows into a suffocating tunnel.
They got him back.
The weight that’s been crushing my chest since he left lifts just enough for me to breathe again.
I’m moving before I realize it, my feet carrying me across the room. “Liam,” I say again, softer this time, like if I say it too loud he might disappear.
They ease him down onto the couch, and I drop to my knees beside him, my hands hovering uselessly. I don’t know where to touch without hurting him.
“I’m okay,” he mutters, b
