Macau's morning traffic moved like steady streams of color as Liam weaved into the flow with ease. The Range Rover SV glided over the asphalt smoothly.
The sun had risen higher now, warming the city with a gentle golden glow.
Liam rested one hand on the steering wheel, letting the gentle breeze from the open window brush against his hair. He felt relaxed, having just a day entirely to himself.
He drove toward the first destination Lucy had pulled up on the navigation feed: The Ruins of St. Paul's.
The closer he got, the more people gathered along the stone steps leading up to the iconic façade. The structure towered over the plaza. It looked weathered, beautifully carved, standing like a lonely monument from a forgotten time.
Liam parked the car at a nearby street and stepped out. Tourists crowded the area, taking pictures, chatting, laughing, eating snacks. He adjusted his jacket and began walking toward the famous stone wall, blending into the flow.
His gaze drifted upward.
