Liam held Lana close, his palm moving gently across her back in slow, soothing circles. Her body had stopped trembling, but her breathing was still unsteady. He kept his voice low, calm, and grounding.
"Lana," he said softly, "do you have any idea who might have sent them?"
She didn't respond immediately. Her face was still buried in his chest, but he could feel the way her body tensed. Slowly, she pulled back, wiping at her cheeks and pushing her hair behind her ears. Her eyes were swollen and red, but beneath the tears was a spark of something sharper—anger, humiliation, pain.
She took a deep breath.
"I do…" she said finally, her voice small but firm.
Liam's eyes sharpened as he gently grabbed her shoulder, turning her slightly so he could look directly into her eyes. "Who?" he asked.
Lana looked down at the floor. Her voice trembled as she answered.
"It's… it's Mr. Colton Virelli," she whispered.
