When Gratitude Turns Bitter

am director in the eye, her voice steady, determined to commit two years

n a burning home. Her parents were gone, but a young man, Liam, scooped her into his arms, whisperi

h birthday, she confessed, "I love you. Not like a sister." He froze, his expression cold. "I am you

, Liam." And every time, without hesitation, he would shut her down. "Ava, stop. It's nev

rce of a physical impact. She watched them together, saw the open affection he had never given her

g her, denying her love, and choosing someone else? How could the gratitude

e she had clung to for so long was fina