The night they left New York, the rain didn’t stop. It followed them upstate, washing away everything familiar: the skyline, the noise, the lies.

Liam drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping the edge of control. Beside him, Aria sat wrapped in his jacket, eyes distant. She didn’t ask where they were going. Maybe she didn’t care. Maybe she was too tired too.

When he finally pulled off the highway and into a secluded estate tucked between trees and fog, she exhaled for ...