Goodbye, Uncle

Two years ago, when Liam's legs were paralyzed and he fell into deep depression and suicidal thoughts, Ava developed a special habit. Whether it was day or night, whenever he went missing, fear would seize her heart, worrying that he might do something extreme. She would rush out to find him without hesitation and could only breathe easily once she was sure he was safe. Even though his legs had healed, this habit never disappeared.

Ava pushed open the door of the guest room next door—the bed was empty. She hurried to the study, but there was no one there either. She checked the bathroom, the balcony, downstairs, even the kitchen, but Liam was nowhere to be found. Her heart pounded violently, as if a frenzied drum was beating inside her chest. Although she rationally knew he would not attempt to end his life again, her body instinctively reacted with fear.