Liana's Pov

The safe house was very still this evening. I reclined on the couch cushion, draped in a throw blanket. Serena had gone to bed, and Stanley was wiping the tables clean of our barely touched meal. My head lay back against the couch, eyes closed, but sleep was far from reality. The weight of the impending court case pressed down in my chest, like I'd gulped down a rock that I couldn't spit up. It was so draining.

Three days. Three days from now I'd have to confront Dominic ...