Maxine's POV

Liam's change in attitude towards me was gradual but noticeable. He wasn't as hard or cold as he used to be. I could see it in the way he spoke to me, in the way he looked at me. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted, and I could finally breathe a little easier.

One morning, as I was preparing breakfast, Liam walked into the kitchen. I braced myself, expecting some criticism or command, but instead, he simply watched me for a moment before speaking.

"Maxine," he said, his ...