Liam stood across from Ann in the living room. The light buzzed faintly above them, casting soft shadows across the walls. He looked at her directly, eyes firm.
"I want you to pack your things," he said. "You're coming with me."
Ann blinked, caught off guard.
"What's going on?" she asked, voice soft, a little confused.
"I can't explain right now," Liam replied, already glancing toward the window. "But you need to trust me. Just pack and follow me."
Ann opened her mouth but paused. Something in his voice told her it wasn't the time to argue. She nodded slowly.
But then she stopped again.
She lowered her head, wringing her hands together nervously. She didn't look at him when she spoke.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "For what happened the last time we saw each other."
Liam didn't need to ask what she meant. His expression didn't change.
He shook his head slowly.
"So that's why you've been avoiding me?" he asked. "Not answering my calls? Ignoring my messages?"
