I shiver at his words; I hate even the thought of fleeing. Liam and I exchange a glance, and as I recognise in his eyes the same pain that is eating at my own soul, I feel like the earth opens under my feet.
‘It’s… not so simple,’ I mumble.
‘Of course it isn’t. We perfectly understand, and we wouldn’t like it if you to disappeared,’ says my aunt, making a bitter smile. ‘Chris means to say that if a private detective has found you, then anyone else can.’
‘I’m aware of it,’ I sigh. ‘Thank you for everything, Elva.’ I extend a hand towards her, she squeezes it, and puts her other palm on my hand.
‘Not at all. I’m glad to have finally met you, even if, well,’ she smiles, ‘it happened under such dramatic circumstances.’
Dramatic. That hit home. My life has been a constant drama for one and
