Liam couldn't breathe. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of it all. The woman who raised him, who had shaped his life in so many ways—had tried to destroy it, not once, but twice. How much more was there about her that he didn't know? How many more lies had she told?
Fiona stood quietly beside him, her gaze fixed on the ground. She hadn't said a word since the revelation. It was too much for her to process—the thought that Harriet had tried to have her killed just for loving Liam. It felt surreal, like something from a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
The detective's voice faded into the background as they all left the police station, numb with shock. The car ride home was quiet, the air thick with unspoken thoughts.
Liam's mind was spinning, every turn of the road mirrored by the twisting thoughts in his head. How could his mother have done this? How many lies were there still buried beneath the surface?
