บท 168: Paranoid

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Elena and Fiona's room, casting a soft golden light over the space that Friday morning.

Fiona sat on the edge of her bed, dressed in a simple, yet elegant, powder-blue blouse tucked into a high-waisted cream skirt.

Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few stray strands framing her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror opposite her bed, trying to steady her breath, but her thoughts kept circling back to Liam.

It had been days since they had been forcibly separated, but the pain felt just as fresh, just as sharp no matter how hard she tried to forget it. Her heart ached, a relentless throb that refused to be ignored.

She had tried to move on, to distract herself with talking about the baby, talking about Elena's work, with anything that would take her mind off the gaping hole Liam's absence had left in her life.