Liam's car pulled up outside my house, the engine humming softly before he cut it off. The silence that followed felt heavy with things unsaid.
"Thanks for the ride," I said, my hand resting on the door handle.
"Elara," Liam's voice stopped me. "Are you sure you're okay? You still look pale."
I forced a smile. "Just tired. Nothing a good night's sleep won't fix."
His eyes searched mine, unconvinced. "If you need anything—"
"I know," I cut in gently. "You're a good friend, Liam."
The word 'friend' hung between us, and I wondered if I imagined the flicker of disappointment in his expression. But he nodded, his smile warm.
"Text me when you wake up tomorrow," he said. "Just so I know you haven't collapsed again."
I promised I would and climbed out of his car. As I walked up the driveway, I heard him wait until I reached the door before driving away. The small gesture of protection made my chest tighten.
