Liam's POV
Five years.
It had been five long, agonizing years since Scarlett left this world, and I still couldn't believe I was breathing. If someone had told me back then that I would survive sixty months without her smile, without her scent, without the soft sound of her voice echoing through the pack house, I would have called them a liar. I didn't believe I could live for five years without Scarlett. But I did.
And it was the most useless, lifeless, and colorless time of my life.
