When Liam looks at me, his eyes don’t linger. They pass right over, like I’m part of the furniture. A lamp. A rug. Jake’s little sister.
And that is the most dangerous thing in the world. I close the notebook. Outside, the rain has stopped. The world is quiet. hayley davies pov
I freeze. My hand hovers over a worn copy of Jane Eyre . When Liam looks at me, his eyes don’t linger