"I suppose you would know him. He was in Liam's old band."
And his fiancée, Paula, was Liam's old girlfriend.
A sudden understanding blew through my chest.
Liam had received the wedding invitation between his ex-girlfriend and former best friend just days before he'd seen me hugging Morris.
"Shit," I cursed out loud.
Morris raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
"No. Just—"
No wonder Liam had been so upset. No wonder he'd jumped to conclusions. He'd probably been trying to put the whole thing behind him for years, just like I'd been trying to run from Harper's death.
Then he'd received their wedding invitation and all those old wounds had ripped open.
Liam said he'd been dealing with a lot of shit. Of course. It made sense now.
It really hadn't been about me and Morris.
It had been about him and his ex.
For once, it had been about his pain, his hurt, and not mine.
Among everything else that had been going on, I'd forgotten that I wasn't the only one who'd been hurt.
I wasn't the only one who'd experienced loss.
