I still hadn’t talked to Liam for almost a week. He wasn’t picking up my calls. He refused to stay after class so that we could walk together. I understood why he did this though. He was still hurt over how I had gone behind his back to talk to Aaron. My mind buzzed with everything that had happened. The Winslow mansion, the deal, mine and Liam’s fight—it was all swirling around in my head. But none of it mattered as much as Liam. I needed to talk to him, to make things right. But he didn’t want to speak to me. And since our distance was getting to be too much for me so I went back home. I knew it was time to just hang out with mom again. When I walked through the front door, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of tea in her hands. She looked up, her eyes instantly narrowing