Elara's POV
Liam sat back down.
Not on the chair this time — on the edge of the bed, a foot of space between us, elbows on his knees. The posture of someone who had decided to stay and meant it.
I told him the Sullivan part. Not the will, not the clinic documentation, not the lawyer Camila had put in a car three years ago. Just the Sullivan part — that he'd found something six months ago, that he hadn't told me, that Morticia had said to ask him soon in a way that made the word feel like it had an expiry date attached to it.
Liam was quiet for a moment when I finished.
"How long has he been sick?" he asked.
I looked at him.
"What makes you think he's sick?"
"The way you said soon," he said. "You heard something in it."
I looked at the floor. The worn patch in Dara's carpet near th
