The room was dim, just a strip of sunlight cutting across the table. The sound of the officer's boots faded as he left, closing the door behind him.
Miles sat quietly beside Singh. His calm eyes followed the man being escorted in.
Liam looked exhausted — pale face, dark circles, eyes red from sleepless nights. His hands were trembling when he sat.
The officer spoke, "Sir, I'll step outside. You can have your talk."
Miles nodded. "Thank you."
The door clicked shut. Silence settled — heavy, almost suffocating.
Miles leaned forward slightly. "Hello, Mr. Liam. You don't look good."
Liam gave a weak laugh, shaking his head. "Mr. Miles… I'm sorry, but if you came here to help me, I'm afraid you should go back."
"Why so, Mr. Liam?" Miles asked, voice calm but piercing. "Tell me the truth."
Liam lowered his eyes. "I'm guilty. It's all on me. I deserve this."
Miles's tone didn't change. "Really? Then tell me… where is Stella?"
