Liam was sitting in the armchair in Olivia's bedroom. His body leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, his hands clasped and partially covering his mouth. His gaze was fixed on the carpet, as if trying to burn through it. The noise of his own thoughts was so loud it felt physical.

When he heard her voice, he slowly lifted his eyes, like someone coming back from very far away.

"Why did you attack Barbara?"

Olivia's eyes narrowed. Her breath came out short. Disbelief and pain mixed in