Liam lay back against the pillows, one arm resting loosely above his head. His calm unsettled me more than any outburst could have. I had braced for anger, a slammed door, the sharp edge of his voice, but this silence felt like the air right before the lightning struck.

Then he lowered himself onto the mattress, stretching out and turning his face toward the ceiling.

“Let’s sleep, Emily.”

That was all. No reaction, just those three words.

Sleep? How could he expect me to close my eyes ...