JEREMY’S P.O.V
I looked at her face, trying to determine what was going through her head. I had come to realize that the few times she actually let her emotions show, it was almost impossible to determine which emotions they were.
However, I could see the lost expression in her eyes. An expression I had become all too familiar with over the past three months. An expression that never left my parent's faces, especially my moms, who never recovered after the death of my brother.
It was as if Liberty held the same expression, the expression of loss, and she looked completely consumed by her mind.
I suddenly noticed the tears that started falling silently from her eyes, rolling down her soft cheeks. I wiped away the first tear with my thumb, but they kept coming. So I moved my hand from
