Liam stood in the mansion's master suite, facing the floor-to-ceiling window. His hands remained buried in his trouser pockets, his shoulders stiff, his body far too still for someone who was at ease. His reflection in the glass revealed a solemn face and a distant gaze that gave nothing away.

Olivia stepped out of the walk-in closet, already dressed. She adjusted one of her earrings as she walked toward him.

"My love, I'm ready. We can go now," she said softly, stopping a few feet away as she