The Mark That Froze Her Heart
Isabella’s breath caught.
Her pulse roared in her ears.
That birthmark. That tiny half-moon shape.
She knew it as well as her own reflection.
It was Liam’s.
Her knees weakened.
Her voice came out a whisper. “No… it can’t be.”
Rain trickled down her face, mixing with tears she didn’t even realize had fallen. She knelt in the mud, gently taking his hand. His skin tone. His hazel eyes. The little mole above his upper lip.
Every detail screamed the same impossible truth.
“Oh my God…” she breathed. “Liam…”
