Liam
Leah was asleep when the police asked to speak with me.
Not resting.
Asleep.
There was a difference, and I had become very invested in it over the past hour.
Resting was what people said when they wanted to make you feel better. Asleep meant her breathing had settled, her face had gone slack with pain meds, and she had stopped trying to ask about everyone else while she had a hole through her shoulder.
The nurse had dimmed the lights. Jacob had called Olivia twice. Daniel had gone downstairs to update Edward because apparently the Lockhart family tree now needed a flowchart and a trauma response plan. Carol was with Maya.
I stood at Leah’s bedside and watched the monitor like I could intimidate it into behaving.
The door opened softly behind me.
Marcus stepped in first.
Behi
