Sierra’s POV
Liam: Hey. About earlier. I think we should talk. Meet me at the park tonight?
The park. At night. The idea felt both thrilling and dangerous. I hesitated before typing back a response.
Me: What is this about?
His reply was almost immediate.
Liam: Everything you’ve been wondering. Just trust me, okay?
Trust. That word carried so much weight these days, and I wasn’t sure I could give it freely anymore. But the curiosity gnawed at me, and before I could overthink it, I typed back:
Me: Fine. What time?
Liam: 8 PM. Don’t be late.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket, my mind racing. If Liam was finally willing to explain things, then I had to go. Maybe this would be the moment everything finally started to make sense.
Later that evening, as the clock neared eight, I stood
