ounded part of my heart still wanted to try. I decided I would dismiss the household staff. If they were a barrier, I would remov

with a mixture of shock and contempt. Maria, the housekeeper, just shook he

hated the smell of bacon, so I made his favorite oatmeal with fresh berrie

tray, then at me

ight and false. "I thought... I thought I co

oon and took a bite. "The oatmeal is lu

aw from the harsh chemicals. That evening, I decided to cook his favorite meal: roasted ch

shot up my arm as the hot metal made contact with my skin. I cried out, droppi

, clutching my arm, tears of pain and frustration streaming down my fa

re not suited for," he said, his voice devoid of any

g me there on the floor with my b

final, stupid attempt. "Liam," I said, fin

me, surpris

u always wanted to go back. We could... we could just get away." It w

, treacherous spark of hope ignited within me. Maybe this was

im. In the ancient city of Lhasa, standing before the Potala Palace, I took his hand. "Liam,"

get away from you, Amelia," he said, his words like ice.

w. Our entire history, a lie

familiar voice c

rka, a radiant smile on her face. "I came to see the site for the new missi

beside Liam, her hand slipping into his, and he didn't

here we were hiking. The wind howled, and visibility dropped to near zero. I stumbled, my foot

out, my voice

e from further up the path.

icy path towards her voice, towards a stranger who looked just like her. H

d him pull her into his arms, shielding her from the wind

hem through the swirling snow. He was kissing her. The sight was the last thing I saw before I lost consciousness, a f