Livia’s POV
Since i met Ford, I imagined that scenario many times. Living with him. Leaving all the mess behind and just spending my days with him.
But the reality doesn’t even touch on the joy that those fantasies brought me.
I sink against the chair, my heart racing. Not out of joy, but out of fear—for my mother’s life and safety. Hell, for my safety too.
“No,” I start to protest, shaking my head furiously as the sheriff watches me. “I’m not going to leave my mom alone in the house where they can just come back and hurt her—“
“She won’t be staying there,” the sheriff says in a low voice. “We checked the documents of the house and it turns out that it’s already been sold.”
Just when I thought the whole thing can’t get any worse.
“No,” I say again, but this time my voice lacks the
