Liana’s POV

The walls of Stanley’s office have always made me feel small. It wasn’t because of its enormous size but because of the quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ribs and listens to your heartbeat, daring you to break it first.

“I’m not asking again” I say, keeping my voice steady even though my pulse is anything but. “Either you tell me what you’re hiding, or I walk.”

Stanley looks up from his laptop, unimpressed. His expression was full of boredom, ...