Liam's eyes locked onto the shattered remains of his phone, the tiny fragments of glass reflecting the dim light of his bedroom. His pulse was still pounding, his body still adjusting to whatever had just happened to him. But as he processed the long list of missed calls he had seen just before the phone broke, one thought immediately came to mind—Amanda.
She must have reported him missing. After what happened at her house—the blood, the wrecked furniture, the shattered walls—it was obvious she would have panicked. The moment she realized he was gone, she must have called the police, and once they saw the crime scene, they wouldn't have wasted any time alerting everyone close to him.
Liam clenched his jaw.
Damn it. This is exactly what I didn't want.
He could already imagine the chaos. His name might already be circulating in police reports, detectives could be trying to track his movements, and his sudden appearance would only make things worse.
