Ava wasn't at ease. She went from room to room again, checking each one.
Liam didn't try to stop her. He understood what she was thinking—and knew that trying to block her now would only deepen her doubts.
So he said nothing. One hand in his pocket, he stood a distance away, silently watching her search.
She was usually so composed, elegant, and meticulous in everything she did.
But now she looked like a headless chicken, darting around in panic, totally unlike her usual self.
It was hard to watch. His heart ached for her.
Finally, Ava stopped, breathless.
Liam stepped forward and gently asked, "Who are you looking for?"
She hadn't slept all night, and her brain was working a little slower than usual.
Without hesitation, she answered, "Sophia."
Liam gave a soft, helpless smile. "You think I spent the night with her?"
"…Yeah."
