Chapter 9. Tangled Arrival

A week later

Arriving at Liam’s home to embark on the incredibly complex journey of becoming his surrogate mother is a total blend of emotions and uncertainty. As I stand at the front door of his beautifully breathtaking mansion, a rippling magnitude of nostalgia is gushing all over me like a savage wave. Memories of our vibrant and passionate relationship flood my mind—the tears of the past, the laughter we have had in the past, including the one week we spent together in my house. All these beautiful moments we have shared seem like an uncertain dream now.

Liam opens the door for me with a hesitant facial gesture. We hadn't seen each other in years, and the passage of time has been compensated terrifically by the one week he stayed in my house. The inkling of the bliss we basked in for that one week leaves its mark on both our faces, conjuring faint awkward grins. Yet beneath his surface, a sparkle of excitement and trepidation reflected in his eyes. I captured that ve