LIANA'S POV

I heard the front door open, the familiar thump of little feet, and the soft jingle of her keychain bunched in her fist. Stanley's name still rang in my mind like a whisper. So did Mum's voice earlier.

"Cam doesn't get to take that away from you."

"Mummy!" Cam yelled, grinning as she shrugged her bag off and kicked her shoes off in opposite directions: one towards the hallway, one under the sofa. I grinned, wiping my hands on a kitchen towel. "Hello, darling. How was ...