Liam's POV
The hot water cascaded over my head as I sat on the cold marble floor of my shower, my knees drawn up to my chest like some broken child. The steam rose around me, but it couldn't wash away the stench of failure that seemed to cling to my skin.
If I had just listened. If I had just fucking listened to all the warnings, all the signs, all the people who tried to tell me I was destroying everything I touched.
The conference last week in court played over and over in my mind like a broken record. The judge's stern face as he outlined the conditions. The home evaluation. The psychological assessment. The way Diane's lawyer had looked at me like I was some kind of predator they needed to contain.
"Mr. Ashton, given the concerning allegations and incidents surrounding your behavior, this court is ordering a comprehensive evaluation of your fitness as a parent..."
