Liam's POV

The phone call still echoes in my mind as I drive away from the court, my father's voice sharp and commanding even through the static connection. They're coming back from their vacation early. Of course they are.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. As much as I love my family, I prefer having the house to myself. I can't stand being under my father's constant scrutiny, his need to control every aspect of my life like I'm still some helpless pup.

My chest ...