Chapter 4The Silhouette in the Old Harbor

When Liam woke up the next morning.

I had made breakfast, but without eating a bite, he frantically put on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and rushed to the door.

I called out to him, "Weren't we going to look at wedding dresses this morning?"

He tossed back over his shoulder: "We can go this afternoon. I have something to take care of right now."

I didn't need to ask to know who had texted him.

Years ago, my sister got her wish and married into a wealthy family.

But her husband treated her terribly. He was a notorious playboy with violent tendencies. Yet, she loved the money and the status, so she kept dragging her feet, refusing to get a divorce.

She had posted an Instagram story this morning:

"Hangovers are the worst. My head feels like it's going to explode."

I didn't even need to think to know who Liam was in such a rush to comfort.