Liana's Pov

I didn't sleep, I couldn't actually. My body was still under the blankets, but my mind remained situated on the edge of a war zone, fidgety and awake. At 5 a.m., I was up, dressed in a navy silk top and pants, and sitting at my desk, the folder Serena had left me open again. Every word of incriminating proof seared into memory. My fingers worked unseen, scanning, sorting, photographing, encrypting.

Cam was still asleep downstairs. My mother had risen early to pray, moving ...