"Are you sure you're okay to drive, babe? You did have a few drinks."

Liam looked at the redhead sitting in the passenger seat and smiled. "I wouldn't be driving if I didn't think I could, Adeline," he replied, placing a hand on her thirty-two week baby bump. "I wouldn't risk your life, or hers."

Adeline smiled. "We need to think of a name for our little miracle. What do you think of Addison for the first name? That's my favorite uncle's name and I've always thought it would make a great girl's name. "

"I like it. Addison Harris. But what about a middle name?" he asked, looking at Adeline.

"We could do your mom's name," she suggested.

"Addison Hazel Harris," he said with a grin. "It's perfect."

Liam turned his truck's radio up and threw his head back, shouting the lyrics. "It's not in the whiskey, tequila or the wine, it's all about the touch and the fire in your eyes, it gets me fumbling always stumbling through a haze!"

"Liam! Watch out!" Adeline screamed.

Time slowed to a crawl as she reached her hand for the steering wheel to avoid the tree they were heading toward at full speed. Liam shouted, trying to slam the breaks, but it was too late. Airbags deployed as the passenger side of the truck was completely crushed upon impact. Everything went dark.

Liam bolted awake, sweat drenching his sheets. Sobs shook his body as he buried his head in his hands. In a matter of seconds, his entire life had changed because he was too prideful to admit he was drunk.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I should've let you drive."

His back heaved as he took shallow breaths. They were all he wanted, all he needed. Ripped away in an instant. The nightmares had subsided for several months, but tonight they came back full force.

Liam grabbed a pillow, smothering his face, and screamed into it. Flashbacks flooded his mind. He was going to propose to her that weekend but instead, he was by her side in the ICU. He watched as his beautiful baby girl was cut from her mother, and he held her tiny lifeless body for the first and last time. He kissed his darling Adeline before the doctors pulled the plug on her life. He buried the love of his life on what would have been their fifth anniversary.

"Why God?" he screamed to the sky. "Why couldn't you have taken me instead? I'm the one who should have died. It's all my fault."

His sobs faded as the sun rose over the shelter. He could hear the others walking around, he could smell the breakfast that was made, but nothing could convince him to get up. His body felt like it was filled with lead, pinning him to the bed. His eyes burned from the hours of tears and the pressure in his sinuses induced a raging headache.

Hours passed as he laid on the bed. His eyes stayed open, not fixated on anything in particular. His chest struggled with every breath he took and he pleaded in the deepest corners of his mind that each breath would be his last.

Liam heard shouting from down the hall, but still was unmoved. A knock on his door finally brought him back to reality enough to move. He struggled to sit up.

"Who is it?" he asked.

The door opened a crack and Bailey peaked in. "Can I come in?"

Liam's overall expression softened and he patted the bed next to him. "What's up?" He gave the most of a smile he could physically handle.

"Darien's going to kill Luke. He's accusing him of leaving matches everywhere. It seems kind of trivial but he's livid," she explained. "I was hoping you'd come out and mediate."

Liam sighed and forced himself to stand up. "Darien mentioned something about matches last night. He didn't seem upset about it."

Bailey watched as Liam slowly made his way to the door. "Are you okay? You don't seem your usually chipper self. Is your foot flaring up again?" She reached out a hand and grazed the side of his face with her fingertips.

"No, my foot's fine. I'd rather not talk about it right now," he responded, pulling away from her touch.

Bailey frowned but didn't press the issue. They walked down the hall, voices getting louder.

"You've had a problem with me since the day I got here, Luke. I know you're the one leaving matches all over my stuff," Darien yelled, shoving Luke into the wall.

"Darien, I swear. I wouldn't do that! I had an issue with you at first but what would I possibly hope to achieve by leaving matches in your things?" Luke asked, putting his hands up in self-defense.

"You think this all some sick little game. I wasn't successful when I tried to kill my dad, but I learn from my mistakes," he said, getting ready to throw a punch.

Macy and Jacob tried to hold Darien back. Liam rushed over and stood in front of Darien, blocking Luke.

"Get outta here. This doesn't concern you," Darien said, ripping free from Macy and Jacob's hold.

"I didn't put matches in your stuff, Darien. I swear!" Luke said from behind Liam.

"Darien, look at me," Liam demanded. "Luke didn't put the matches in your things."

"Yeah? Well then, who did it?" Darien asked, crossing his arms.

"Weird things have been happening to everyone since we found that board, Darien," Bailey said softly. "Whatever we let in is trying to break us down. Everyone's had something happen to them except Liam."

Liam hung his head. "I had a nightmare last night."

"You seem to always be having dreams, Liam," Jackson said.

"This one was different," Liam replied curtly. He looked down and bit his lip, holding in his flood of emotions.

Bailey touched Liam's arm gently. "You're safe here, Liam. You can trust us."

Liam looked up at Bailey. His eyes showed a torrent of pain, causing the girl to gasp slightly. The first tear burned down his cheek, giving way to a monsoon. Liam collapsed into Bailey's arms as sobbing overtook his body. Bailey looked at the others for help and Macy helped her move him to a chair.

"Liam, try to take some deep breaths," Macy said softly.

Bailey squatted in front of him and wiped away his tears, bringing his eyes up to meet her gaze. "What happened in your dream, Liam?"

Liam took a deep breath. "Before I came to Deenwood, I had a girlfriend, Adeline. We dated for just shy of five years, and decided to start a family. When she was thirty-two weeks along in her pregnancy, we went out with some friends. I had a few too many drinks, but I felt good enough to drive home. So I did. I started singing to her and stopped paying attention to the road, and wrapped my truck around a tree. I woke up in the hospital with a minor concussion, but Adeline was in a medically induced coma. The doctors weren't able to save my beautiful baby girl," his voice quivered. "I held my precious Addison Hazel once, just hours before the doctors pronounced Adeline dead. Their funeral was on our fifth anniversary, the day I was going to propose." Liam looked down and stifled a sob.

Luke placed a hand on Liam's back. "I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what that was like to live through."

"Oh Liam," Bailey said, wrapping her arms around him, rubbing his back.

"I've spent the past year and a half wondering why God didn't take me instead. I'm the one who was driving drunk, I should've died. Not Adeline. Not Addison. They were so innocent."

"Let's get you back to bed, Liam," Bailey said, putting the back of her hand on his forehead. "Your head feels warm. You need to lay down."

Liam followed Bailey down the hallway to his room. He sat on his bed, back against the wall, staring blankly into space.

"I just feel so empty."

Bailey sat next to him and grabbed his limp hand. "I wish I had the words to say to fix all of this."

"Nothing could fix this."

Bailey sighed and looked down, still grasping Liam's hand. He feebly gripped her hand back.

"So your baby girl was gonna be named Addison Hazel?" Bailey asked.

A sad smile tugged at the corners of Liam's lips as he nodded. "Addison was the name of Adeline's uncle, but she thought it'd make a good name of a little girl. Hazel is my mom's name. Addison Hazel Harris. She had auburn hair like her mom, and blue eyes, like me."

"She sounds beautiful, Liam," Bailey said, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb.

"She was. At least I know I am capable of making cute kids," he said with a small laugh.

"I'm not really surprised by that, to be honest."

"Oh really?" Liam said, waggling his eyebrows at Bailey.

"You're a very attractive guy. You've got pretty eyes, a great jawline, and you have a nice smile."

"Sounds like someone has been admiring me."

"Oh shush. You can ask anyone. You're objectively attractive."

"Wow," Liam laughed, putting a hand over his heart. "I'm so flattered you think I'm objectively attractive."

Bailey rolled her eyes. "I'm leaving now."

Liam grabbed her hand tightly and looked her in the eye. "Thank you. You've helped me feel a lot better."

Bailey smiled. "You're welcome, Liam. I'll be down the hall if you need anything."