Chapter 52

LIAM

I didn’t belong here. That was the thought that looped in my mind every time I opened my eyes to the sterile white walls, the muffled cries from the other patients, and the smell of antiseptic that clung to everything.

This was not my life. I wasn’t supposed to be here.

But here I was, locked away in that hellhole, treated like I was some kind of monster.

How did it come to this? When would this nightmare end?

I am not a mad man. Nobody wants to believe me.

The memories were blurry, like a bad dream I couldn’t shake off. I remembered getting angry—so angry that I couldn’t think straight. But the details were hazy. It was like I was watching myself from the outside, unable to stop what was happening. It scared me because it reminded me of how I used to be, back when my parents were still alive.

The rage, the fits—it all started back then. But I thought I had it under control. I thought I was past that. So why did it come back now? And why in the dining, of all places?

It was ha