Liv's POV

I prayed not to meet either of them, but I was answered with the worst of them.

“Thanks,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t respond, his expression unreadable as he carried the suitcase down the stairs.

I followed behind him, my eyes drawn to the way he moved with such ease, like the weight of the world or my baggage didn’t even faze him.

When we reached the bottom of the staircase, he set the suitcase down gently and ...