_Avery's POV_
The next morning, I went to Liam’s room to wake him up for breakfast. The sun was already peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the hallway as I knocked on his door. When there was no response, I slowly pushed it open.
The bed was neatly made, and Liam was nowhere to be found. I frowned, stepping further inside. My eyes drifted to his bedside table, where a small glass bottle sat empty. My heart sank.
That bottle contained Liam’s medicine—a dark green liquid he said he had been taking since he was a child. He only needed a few drops each day, so it should have lasted much longer. Yet, it was completely drained.
I bit my lip, worry creeping in. What would he do now that it was gone? Had he run out without telling me?
Shaking my head, I turned and headed d
