Maxine's POVLiam's change in attitude towards me was gradual but noticeable. He wasn't as hard or cold as he used to be. I could see it in the way he spoke to me, in the way he looked at me. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted, and I could finally breathe a little easier.One morning, as I was preparing breakfast, Liam walked into the kitchen. I braced myself, expecting some criticism or command, but instead, he simply watched me for a moment before speaking."Maxine," he said, his tone was softer than usual. "That smells good. What are you making?"I turned, surprised by his interest. "Just some eggs and toast. Do you want some?"He nodded. "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you."As I cooked, I felt his eyes on me, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, it felt... different. There was a warmth to his gaze that hadn't been there before. When I handed him his plate, he took it with a small smile."Thank you, Maxine.""You're welcome," I replied, trying to hide my surprise.Later t
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