Liana’s car slowed as she turned into her compound.
The night was quiet—too quiet. The security lights washed the driveway in a pale white glow, shadows stretching long across the pavement. She cut the engine and sat there for a moment, fingers still resting on the steering wheel, her chest heavy with everything she had carried back from her mother’s house.
She had barely slept.
Her eyes lifted—
And she froze.
Someone stood near the gate.
A tall figure, unmoving, swaying slightly, as if the ground beneath him refused to stay still. His jacket was loose, his tie gone, shirt half-untucked. One hand braced against the fence, the other hanging limply at his side.
Ezra.
Her heart lurched painfully.
She opened the car door slowly, the sound sharp in the stillness. Gravel crunched beneat
