One week had passed since the incident with Derek, and although things seemed to have returned to normal, Fiona knew that nothing was truly normal.
Harriet's vehement opposition to her relationship with Liam still loomed over her like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over their every interaction.
Lying in her room in the house Liam had gotten her, Fiona stared up at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. It was a quiet Saturday morning, but peace eluded her.
She turned on her side, trying to find comfort in the plush bedding, but her thoughts kept circling back to Harriet.
Although Liam had assured her that he no longer needed his mother's approval to continue their relationship or even marry her when he was ready, she knew she didn't want that.