No Turning Back Now, Liam

legated to the back, like a child. He was completely focused on her, pointing out landmarks, telling her stories, his hand resting c

ling to keep the windshield clear. Liam adjusted the temperature for Olivia, asking

pop song came on the radio. She turned the v

bout the situation felt wrong. My presence here was a lie, a performanc

ard to avoid it. The car fishtailed, tires screeching against the wet asphalt. M

for a moment, then came back in a painful, disoriented rush

heard Liam's panicked voice. "Ol

mediately turned to her. He cradled her face in his hands, his eyes

red, holding it out. "

surgeon looking at a fatal wound. He ignored the groan of pain th

arm and wet trickling down the side of my face. I tried

, his voice a comforting murmur. "I'll get you

his own body. He settled her on the side of the road, away fro

around Olivia's shoulders as she cried softly against his chest. He never once looked

ompared to the crushing weight of that realization. In a moment of crisis, his i

ds felt heavy, so incredibly heavy. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Liam's car, a mang

arm was in a cast, a throbbing ache radiating up

d?" I asked,

she said kindly. "You have a broken a

few minutes later, Mrs. Davis rush

e said, grabbing my good hand. "We were s

ny, foolish flicker of

Olivia. He said he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her. H

hospital for her scraped wrist, leaving me unconscious in the wr

ding a huge bouquet of roses. He walked past my bed without a word and

rness I had never heard before. "The doctor said it's just a min

ve the roses anymore. He must have left them for

asked. It was the detach

man. I had almost died in his car, and his only concern was for someone else. My love for him, which ha

shift he didn't understand. H

ft him, long before I would ever walk