~AMBER~

When I opened the door, Liam looked stressed. He looks a little bit disheveled. Like someone who rushed to come down here.

“Liam,” I called.

“Amber.” He mumbled and hugged me. I hugged him back. I'm worried. Is he okay?

“I'm glad you are still here with me,” he added.

“Liam, are you okay?” I asked, sounding worried. What does he mean that he's glad that I'm still here with him? Where could I have been? Did something happen?

He disengaged from the hug, and held my cheeks as he looked straight into my eyes. I can see the fear and worry in his eyes. What's wrong with him?...