Liam POV
"Fucking no way!" I gasped.
The chair behind me hit the floor with a loud crash, the sound echoing through the sudden silence of the ballroom. Several people turned to look at me, but I didn't care. The entire room could have caught fire right then, and I wouldn't have blinked. My eyes were glued to the canvas under the bright spotlight.
My breath caught in my throat, cutting off my air.
The painting was beautiful, but it wasn't a fantasy scene. It was a memory. A very specific, private memory from our childhood that nobody else in the world could possibly know.
The canvas showed a massive, ancient oak tree under a bright blue sky. High up on one of the top branches, a little girl with long, wild chocolate hair was trapped. Her tiny hands gripped the bark, her face painted with a mix of fear and excitement, terrified to jump down.
And directly below her were three identical young boys.
