Andrea quickly chased after Liam and caught up with him just as he was standing by his car, pulling on a pair of gloves. He looked like he was ready to hit the road.


    She called out to him, "Liam!"


    Even though he wasn''t 20 yet, Liam was already quite tall. Standing in front of the car on a snowy night like this, he looked like something out of a picture. There was something bold about his features, the kind of face that made it obvious he came from money.


    "What is it?" he asked, ncing over his shoulder as he tugged on thest glove.<fnb5e3> Content originallyes from F?ndNovel</fnb5e3>


    Andrea grabbed his wrist, her voice soft and syrupy. "Let me borrow your phone, just for a second. I want to change my name in your contacts. I just... want to feel like I mean something special to you."


    He didn''t argue. It was such a small thing, and honestly, he didn''t have the energy to fight over it. She was going to be his wife after all, and he was trying to be responsible.


    Andrea took the phone and quickly did what she came for-she added Grace''s number to the blocked list. Then she changed her own contact name from Andrea to "Wifey".


    When Liam nced at it, the new name made his stomach churn slightly, but he didn''t say anything. He took the phone back, got in the car, and started the engine.


    Andrea stood outside with a bright smile stered across her face. "Don''t forget to answer my calls! The baby and I will be waiting for you toe back!"


    Liam gave a small nod and pressed the gas.


    Truthfully, he didn''t really like being alone with Andrea. She wasn''t exactly


    stimtingpany, and he never thought he''d be a father so young. This whole situation still felt like some out-of-control ident.


    ...


    Liam drove through the night and didn''t stop until the sun wasing up. He finally reached Bensville at dawn.


    The address he''d been given wasn''t far from the house of the old alternative medicine practitioner he''d seenst time. This old alternative medicine practitioner''s name was Wyatt Colema. He was the one who''d given him alternative medicine for Grace''s menstrual pain.


    Before anything else, he stopped at a shop on his way and picked up a small gift before heading over to Wyatt''s ce.


    If thest prescription hadn''t worked, Grace would need something stronger. She''d nearly passed out from the pain this time.


    Wyatt was surprised to see him that early. He figured Liam must''ve left Druville the night before to arrive at such an early hour.


    "Liam! You''re here this early. Is there anything you need?"


    "Yes, Mr. Coleman," Liam replied respectfully. "Last time I asked you for a form to help my sister with her period cramps. But this time, it was so bad she almost fainted. I don''t think that one worked. Do you have something else?"


    Wyatt stroked his beard thoughtfully as he said, "I do. But I''ll need to dig up some of the herbs myself. They''re up on the mountain. I nted them up therest year. It''ll take about two hours. Are you in a hurry?"


    Because it had to do with Grace, Liam waspletely serious, and he spoke up right away. "No rush. I''ll be staying in Bensville a few days anyway. Let me tag along. You shouldn''t be hiking alone at your age. It''s not safe."


    Wyatt chuckled, hoisting a woven basket onto his back. "Alright. If Quentin could see you now, he''d be proud. His son turned out just fine."


    Liam flushed a little with embarrassment. He knew just how close he''de to going off the rails, and if it hadn''t been for Grace, he probably would''ve.


    He took the basket from Wyatt and said, "Let me carry it. I got it." "You''re a good kid, Liam."


    Wyatt opened the back door of the house, and they started walking.


    The temperature in the mountains was even colder than back in Druville. Snow covered everything, and a thick nket crunched under their boots.


    There was a patch of yellow daisies in the backyard. The sweet floral scent lingered in the frozen air.


    Liam wrinkled his nose. "Mr. Coleman, you really like daisies? I always thought yellow flowers were kind of unlucky. Like... the kind of thing people leave at graves."


    As soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed something. Beneath the daisy tree was a small mound of earth.


    His eyes narrowed. "What''s that? A grave? Is it a family member?"


    Next to the mound was a freshly broken daisy stem. It looked like someone had just ced it there.


    Wyatt stopped walking but didn''t say anything.


    Liam, curious, stepped toward the small grave. He was at that age where curiosity overruled everything. He even bent down to pick a few daisies, thinking he might leave them there out of respect.


    But he froze when he got close enough to see the wooden que beside the grave. A few lines of handwriting were carved into it-small, clean strokes.


    And Liam recognized that handwriting, very, very well.