Chapter 106 How Are Things With Liam?

• The car eased to a stop in the underground garage with a soft hum, the kind of quiet that made everything else feel louder. Mark, always efficient, didn’t say a word. He rarely did. Just parked the sleek sedan like it was second nature, his fingers tapping lightly against the wheel while the engine died.
• Rosie had fallen asleep somewhere between the third red light and Alistair’s tired sigh. Curled up sideways in the passenger seat, she looked impossibly small. Her red hair had spilled across her face like she’d given up on trying to be tidy, and the freckles on her nose were just barely visible beneath it.
• Alistair looked over, and didn’t move for a moment. Her breathing had finally steadied, her panic faded into sleep — a fragile, borrowed peace.