Aaron’s POV

I stood outside Liv’s parents apartment, the early morning chill nipping at my skin, but it didn’t bother me.

Nothing did, not when I had one purpose in mind. I had flowers in my hand—fresh ones, the kind you pick up early, right after the sun starts creeping over the horizon.

I’d had to leave the house at five a.m., wearing my best suit, hoping to catch her before she left. Every time I called or texted, I got nothing. So, I thought I’d do the ...