Patricia's POV
It had been a tough week of fighting and fighting, but I couldn't do it anymore. Everyday I would find a new document at different corners of the house, my office, anywhere I went. I couldn't breathe. Whoever this person was had access to my house.
I began to hallucinate, sometimes I would trip and fall over nothing, sometimes I would hear voices that weren't there, or were they? I was losing my mind.
I could no longer handle this torture, I was done being a strong woman. It was too much for me because no matter what, I couldn't find out who the person was.
Liam. I needed Liam to help me, to protect me, to shield me for once.
I had just gotten back from work and it was the first thing I stumbled on. This time there were roses beside it. Obviously I wasn't living alone and one of these days, the person would hurt me psychically. I couldn't risk it, not now.