Mia's POV

"Daisy told me you got called in," Liam said, his eyes scanning my face with concern. "I was worried when I couldn't reach you."

He was worried about me. When was the last time someone worried about me without an ulterior motive?

"I'm fine," I said, adjusting the box in my arms. "Just clearing up some misunderstandings."

"And now you're leaving?" He gestured to the cardboard box. "Permanently?"

Permanently. The word feels so final.

"It's ...