Liam's POV
I glanced at the clock on the library wall. 2:30 PM. The usual silence filled the place, broken only by the quiet rustling of pages and the occasional cough from patrons buried in their books. It was a peaceful moment, the kind I’d grown used to as an ordinary librarian.
I sighed, allowing my mind to drift momentarily to Ava. She was probably still at Blackwell Industries, working away, completely unaware of the world I’d hidden from her.
My phone vibrated on the table, and I casually picked it up. The screen flashed "Mom." Strange. She never called me during the day. She and Ava should still be at work. I quickly answered. “Mom?”
“Liam, we have a problem.” Her voice was tense. The tone immediately made my pulse quicken.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm
