I woke up in my big bed alone. Liam was asleep in the reclining chair at the corner of the room. I shuffled out of bed. The clock read 12:03. A part of me felt bad for sleeping in like I'd wasted the day, but I had only slept six hours. It was the curse of having a night job.

I showered. When I came back into the room, Liam was gone. I looked through the dresser drawers of new clothes. I struggled with just choosing jeans and a t-shirt, but I needed to dress like a professional. Was ...