Liam and I hardly said anything on our drive towards the Winslow house. I knew that we were both stuck in our heads, hardly sure of what we were going to meet when we finally got there. But what I knew for sure, was that I was glad that Liam was here with me.
He held my hand in the car the entire time, squeezing it lightly every once in a while, reassuring me, letting me know that he was there in all the ways that mattered. And then, I would always squeeze back.
As we approached the Winslow mansion, I couldn't help but gawk at the grandeur of it all. The place looked like something out of a fairy tale, complete with perfectly manicured gardens and a driveway that seemed to stretch on forever.
Even though the sun was starting to set outside, the garden lights and lamps were so beautif
