"Bollocks!" Julia muttered under her breath, her gaze dropping to the damp, dishevelled clothes she was wearing.

The realisation hit her hard—they hadn’t taken any clothes when they left Logan Steele’s house. They had nothing but the clothes on their backs, and that wouldn’t be enough, especially for Liam.

The thought of going back to Logan’s house, her ex-husband’s house, was unbearable, but she knew she had no choice. Liam needed proper clothing, and she would do whatever it took to provide for him.

With a heavy sigh, Julia flagged down another cab and climbed in, her mind racing with dread at the thought of returning to the place she...