Elsa was sitting on a bench outside, tears streaming down her face. Her father didn't even care enough to ask about the bandage on her head. He couldn't have cared less about her pain. All he cared about were his gifts.
Elsa sobbed uncontrollably when she noticed a young man with a bouquet of flowers approaching Liam's room. But as he reached the door, his steps faltered, and he turned back to look at the girl on the bench. She was so lost in her tears, she didn't even notice his gaze.
Seeing her cry pierced his heart. Why did she always seem to be in tears? Why did her sadness weigh so heavily on him? Summoning all his courage, he approached her. "Handkerchief..." he offered gently, his voice soft. Elsa looked up at him, startled, and quickly wiped her tears.
"The bandage... an
