LIANA'S POV

The living room was the only bright space in the dark house, and that was because the glow of the laptop lighted it up. I stood beside the couch on the edge with stiff shoulders, the torn section of the guest register sitting on my keyboard like a smoking gun. That page had become stuck in my head, rolling over endless questions without answers. I didn't even need to look at it to see it.

I had not touched my dinner, neither had I taken off my work clothes. My heels were ...