The air in the apartment remained heavy with the scent of copper and old resentment. Liam Martin wiped the blood from his chin, his hand trembling. For years, he had told himself a specific story to justify his actions.
"Sara saved my life," Liam rasped, looking at Justin with eyes that were hollow and broken. "She suffered so much because of me. I love her. My approach to Chloe Bishop... it was always just a calculation. I was using her."
Justin let out a sharp, mocking laugh that cut through the room. "Then why the hell are you standing in my living room at three in the morning looking like your world just ended?"
Blood dripped from Liam’s chin, staining his pristine white shirt like a scarlet inkblot. He looked desolate, a man drowning in a grief he refused to name. "You’re right," h
