Chapter 39 Risky Choice

• With the first hint of dawn, Lilian stood by the door, her travel bag at her feet, already zipped and ready. Her coat was half-buttoned, phone gripped tightly in one hand. Every second that passed was a beat of time she didn’t have. Every second Liam was gone felt like a dagger turning in her chest.
• And yet—her mother, Aurora, stood between her and the exit. Arms crossed. Chin raised. Her presence was calm, but her eyes were filled with determination.
• “I’m coming with you, dear,” Aurora said again, her voice was firm. “I can't let you go to the Balkans alone.”