The day I left home with my suitcase, I saw Liam downstairs.
He paced back and forth, looking unusually restless.
The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. But when he noticed the suitcase in my hand, confusion crossed his face.
"Going on vacation?"
"No. I'm moving overseas."
He froze. His voice came out rough.
"You're... not coming back?"
"No."
"Can I come visit you?"
"You don't have to."
His Adam's apple bobbed. "Delia, are you still mad at me? I'm sorry for pushing you that day. I watched the security footage. I know Arlene crossed the line first."
"It's all in the past."
I got into the taxi. Just as I reached for the door, Liam grabbed it before I could close it.
"Delia..." His lips moved. But no words came out.
"Anything else? If not, I'm leaving."
He slowly shook his head
