Chapter Thirty
BROOKLYN I step through my front door with the intent of grabbing a few things while Liam sits in his car. Now that I need to stay with Liam, I'll have to pack a bag. I can't say I'm not nervous to stay at his house. I haven't stayed there in over five months which sounds crazy since he is my fiancé. A cold breeze runs through the air and it makes me shiver. I look around for the cause and see that the French doors, located at the back of the living room, are wide open. Now, how could of those opened? I try to remember this morning to see if I locked them. Maybe, I didn't. The wind must have blown it open I think as I shut the door and make sure to lock it this time. Walking to my bedroom I stop by the closet to get a bag to put the clothes into. Then, I walk to my closet and get a mix
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