Liam's POV
The morning interview had ended, but the damage was done. I sat in the dim living room, the empty tumbler dangling from my fingertips, my ribs throbbing in painful synchrony with my heartbeat. The room felt too large, too empty, the shadows in the corners growing longer as afternoon settled in.
Pregnant. With twins. My twins.
The revelation should have flooded me with something—joy, perhaps, or at least a sense of responsibility. Instead, all I felt was the cold, hard weight of another complication in an already catastrophic situation.
I reached for my phone, grimacing as the movement sent fresh pain lancing through my side. After a moment's hesitation, I dialed Holbrook's number. This couldn't wait any longer. The fallout from Diane's morning interview would be immediate and merciless.
He answered on the fourth ring, his voice clipped and professional. "Liam? I was about to call you."
"Did you see it?" I demanded, not bothering with pleasantries.
