Liam Yancey sat silently, his tall body as still as a sculpture. He sat, unmoving, for a long time, while Freya Locke watched him from the side.
She extended her hand, intending to touch him, her body gradually leaning towards him.
In the darkness, Liam Yancey suddenly opened his eyes. Before her hand could touch him, his body had already straightened up abruptly.
Freya Locke was startled and quickly withdrew her hand.
Liam Yancey picked up the phone that was discarded on the coffee table. The illuminated screen reflected on his handsome yet extremely cold face.
His face was emotionless, his bloodshot eyes staring at the screen, unmoving for a long time.
From not far away, Freya Locke clearly saw the phone screen. On it was a photo of Tara Summer.
The woman in the photo had her eyes closed, obviously taken when she was asleep. Her little face was pale and bloodless, looking extremely weak.
