Aliya’s POV

The house was swamped with officers and a group of medics attending to Liam’s wounds.

I still clutch the note that had been left on the box tightly, unable to bring myself to look at it because of how fast my heart spiraled. Everything happened so suddenly, and if Liam had left like I told him to, I would have been dead.

Now that brings me to my question.

Who did this?

Did he?

My brows furrowed as I stared at him while the nurses wrapped a bandage around his hand.

I turned to the left where Wellington was speaking with the police officers. He had rushed back...