Days passed. Then more days. And still, nothing.

Not a call. Not a message. Not even one of Liam’s usual snarky texts to lighten the mood.

After that one angry text he sent the night I had dinner with Kelvin, and my reply that I was just glad he was alive, he vanished. Poof. Like he’d been erased from my life. No follow-up.

Just silence.

At first, I tried to play it cool. I told myself he was probably busy. He did say he had a lot to fix. That he’d be back as soon as he could. But ...