By evening, the house glowed with the soft light of sunset. Everything felt calm and quiet, as if the house itself was waiting. Rachel had spent the whole day keeping busy — cleaning rooms that were already clean, moving things around that didn’t need moving. She just wanted to stop thinking about him.
When Liam came home, the sound of the door opening broke the stillness. He looked tired — his sleeves rolled up, some hair falling over his forehead — and there was hesitation in his eyes, as if he didn’t know how to face her.
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