Don’t worry, Liam,” she murmured, a silent vow hanging in the charged air. “I’m here now. I will help you.”

Over the next few days, Ivy meticulously documented every aspect of Liam’s care. One afternoon, while organizing his medications, she found a small, unlabeled vial hidden behind the others. As she examined the clear liquid inside, Daphne entered

abruptly, her face a mask of anxiety.