Vivian's POV
Years had passed since I last heard my father's voice. When Abby and I turned ten, the police dragged him away in handcuffs. Embezzlement. Murder. The charges still made my stomach turn whenever I thought about them.
The detectives had cornered me in our living room that day, asking if I believed my father capable of killing someone. Without hesitation, I said yes. Because I knew him. I knew the cruelty that lived behind his eyes, especially when he looked at me.
I never bothered to learn who he murdered. The details didn't matter to me.
What mattered was that I never had to face his wrath again. One less monster in my world was blessing enough, even if my mother remained just as toxic.
Now that same monster was reaching out from his cage, and Liam seemed hell-bent on discovering his identity.
