It was the day Liam first told me he loved me.
Before all this, Liam was just my tenant. My parents had left me this apartment near campus, and I rented a room to him to help cover costs. Back then, Liam was the talk of the school—handsome, wealthy, and smart, the kind of guy who aced every test without breaking a sweat. Half the girls on campus were obsessed with him.
One day, Grace and I got home to find him passed out in front of my door, wearing a delivery uniform, packages spilled everywhere.
Grace knew him right away and suggested we bring him inside. It was just a quick decision—help out a fellow student, no big deal—so we hauled him in.
When he came to, he clung to my leg, crying like a lost puppy. Liam said his family had gone bankrupt, and he'd been delivering packages just to get by, even though his health was crap.
I felt bad for him and asked why he'd passed out at my door.
He looked up at me with those big, sad eyes, lashes wet with tears, and blushed. "I... I didn't know where else to go. I was lost and scared, so I came here."
"But we don't even know each other."