Author’s point of view
Liam stepped into the grand foyer of his family’s mansion, the weight of the evening pressing heavily on him. The opulence of his surroundings, the marble floors and crystal chandeliers, felt suffocating rather than comforting. He hadn’t even managed to catch his breath when his mother, Sophia, appeared before him, her face a mask of stern disapproval.
“There you are!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the silence of the house. “It’s almost midnight, Liam. Your grandmother has been asking for you.”
Liam sighed, feeling the exhaustion seeping into his bones. He rubbed his forehead and answered, “I was at the hospital, Mom.”
Sophia’s expression shifted instantly, her concern briefly overpowering her usual demeanor. “The hospital? What were you doin
