Liam pushed himself up from his seat, his legs moving on instinct as his eyes locked onto the group that had just entered. His gaze swept over the girls briefly, but it stopped the moment it landed on Ann. She was standing slightly behind the others, her posture stiff, her arms hanging awkwardly at her sides. Something in her expression instantly set him on edge.
He walked forward, his tone steady but edged with concern. "What's wrong with her?"
Ann didn't immediately respond. Her eyes flickered away, refusing to meet his. It wasn't the kind of nervousness that came from being embarrassed or tired—this was something deeper. She looked rattled, her breathing uneven, like she was still coming down from something.
