Chapter 43

• LIAM'S POV
• I took Amy and Britney back to my penthouse in my car. I could still recall her face vividly—the shock, the pain, the defeat—etched large upon her tear-stained cheeks as she stood immobile among all those faces. Bottles, words, cameras, curses, and she just stood there taking it all. Something in me broke seeing her like that, and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her in to comfort her.
• I should have arrived sooner.