Liam’s POV
Watching Hannah, I can see the toll the day has taken on her. Her delicate fingers move slowly, wiping away the evidence of her tears, the remnants of an emotional storm that’s clearly left her drained. Her eyes swollen, red, brimming with sadness tell a story I already know too well. A story I caused.
For a moment, guilt flares within me, uninvited and unwelcome. Regret? No. It’s not regret. Why should I feel remorse for someone I’ve already decided to cast aside? She’s temporary a fleeting presence in the larger scheme of my life. I was clear with her from the start, wasn’t I? This arrangement has an expiration date.
But as I stand here, watching her struggle to pull herself together, I feel a weight. A shadow of doubt. A pull I can’t fully shake. And yet, it makes no sen
