The library seemed even quieter after Olivia’s question.

Frederico remained silent for several seconds, his fingers resting on his knees, his gaze distant. Not on her, but on some old corner of his memory.

“Liam’s nightmares...” he finally began, his voice low and steady. “...aren’t a mystery at all, my dear. They come from one place only. His childhood. His mother’s death.”

Olivia felt her chest tighten.

“He told me his mother died when he was six,” she replied carefully. “And that she left th