Aaron’s POV
The dim light of the room didn’t do much to help my mood, but then again, I wasn’t here for comfort. I was here for answers, and I wasn’t leaving without them.
I slammed the door shut behind me, the sound reverberating through the apartment. My hands gripped the edges of the counter, knuckles white, as I tried to force my thoughts into some semblance of order.
Liv had disappeared. Disappeared.
Chris, who had been lounging on the couch, glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow. “You’re pacing again, man.”
I shot him a glance, trying to mask the fury that was bubbling beneath the surface. "I don't get it, Chris," I muttered, turning back to stare out the window. The city sprawled before me, cold and indifferent. "Why the hell would she leave her mom’s place like that? Just up
