“It wouldn’t matter to me if you were.” She lifts a brow.
Okay, then.
She crosses her arms. “So, I talked to Alie.”
“I know. She told me. Thank you.”
She nods slowly, studying me. “You know, Sera said something while we were on the phone.”
I sit up, listening.
“She said she misses you.”
My heart thumps. “I know. Alie told me.”
“That kid,” Presley murmurs. “She cuts through all the bullshit. She’s the priority.”
“I know that.” I pause. “I really want to confront Aaron, but do you think Alie and I are good now?”
I hate to ask her sister, but I’ve been feeling out of my element the past few months.
“I think … there’s a long road ahead,” she cautions. “But you’re not drowning either.”
“And Aaron?”
“Alie wants to handle it. And I think you should let her.”
“Not gonna happen.”
She glares at me. “Alie needs to do it, Liam.”
Silence stretches between us.
“Look,” she says carefully, “you need to stabilize.”
“What are you talking about?”
“This is bleeding into your conditioning.”
I drop my head back. “Fuck. I know.”
“Saint told me. And I saw you out there.”
I blink. “Saint did?”
Interesting.
“The team is worried.”
I exhale sharply. “Awesome.”
“Don’t be offended. It means they care. They need you out there.”
That hits.
It’s not the pressure. It’s the responsibility.
“You’re the leader,” she continues. “You don’t get to implode.”
