Aaron’s POV

The dim light of the room didn’t do much to help my mood, but then again, I wasn’t here for comfort. I was here for answers, and I wasn’t leaving without them.

I slammed the door shut behind me, the sound reverberating through the apartment. My hands gripped the edges of the counter, knuckles white, as I tried to force my thoughts into some semblance of order.

Liv had disappeared. Disappeared.

Chris, who had been lounging on the couch, glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow. “You’re pacing again, man.”

I shot him a glance, trying to mask the fury that was bubbling beneath the surface. "I...