26. Ten years ago: Rosie's lies.
Rosie stood outside the gallery, her fingers trembling as she reached for the door. It was still early in the morning, the sun barely risen, and the streets were quiet. Her heart raced in her chest, and she could feel the weight of her actions pulling her down. Today, she needed answers. Today, she had to see Sophia. But when the door swung open, it wasn’t Sophia who greeted her. It was Liam. He stood there, his arms crossed, eyes locked on her with a gaze so cold it made Rosie’s stomach churn. She swallowed hard, already knowing something was wrong. He didn’t move, didn’t invite her in. He was waiting for her to speak first. “Liam,” Rosie started, forcing a smile. “Is Sophia here?” He didn’t answer immediately, just kept staring at her with an intensity that made her shift uncomforta
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