Chapter 65

AVA

The facility Liam was transferred to felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the suffocating walls of the asylum. It wasn’t as sterile or cold; the rooms were painted in soft pastels, and the windows actually let in sunlight. When I arrived, a nurse led me to the courtyard where Liam sat, bathed in the afternoon glow, surrounded by flowers and gentle whispers of a breeze.

As I walked closer, I could see him more clearly. His shoulders, once hunched over with despair and confusion, were now slightly relaxed. His hair, usually a mess, was combed, and there was a soft smile on his lips. He looked... almost at peace.

Liam was sitting cross-legged on the soft grass, his face turned up to the sun, eyes closed, a faint smile playing on his lips. Here, in the more relaxed facility, he almost looked like the Liam I used to know—still there, just beneath the surface.

I walked over, careful not to disturb his quiet moment. The sound of the gravel crunching under my feet made him open his