The reappearance of alcohol from the minibar, the tremors at night, the outbursts of anger when you even touched on the subject. Liam had learned to cover the cracks with a smile, but you could see that he was tired.

He didn’t get into bed with you that morning. When you woke up, he had left only a note on the bedside table: “I need some air. I love you. Don’t worry.”

Liam returned in the afternoon. His eyes were red, his hands were shaking, but he refused to speak. He just stared out the window of his room. For hours you tried to speak to him, careful not to close them again. His gaze was dull, and there was something completely foreign in it.

Then an unknown call came in. Liam answered. You didn’t hear what the other party said, you just saw Liam’s face tense, his forehead becoming sweaty.

He locked himself in at six o’clock in the evening. He said he was just taking a shower. But you knew something was wrong even then.

According to the hotel security cameras, Liam left his room at 6:47 p.m. and went out onto the small terrace connected to the balcony. Barefoot, hair disheveled, a half-drunk bottle of whiskey in one hand. A quiet mumble on his lips, which the camera didn’t pick up.

According to the autopsy report, alcohol, cocaine, and a designer drug called “crystal” were already detectable in his blood at that time. The effects of the drug include disorientation, loss of self-control, and even hallucinations.

At 6:49 p.m., Liam was holding onto the balcony railing. He stepped on one foot, as if trying to balance something. Then he suddenly lost his balance.

You ran down at the sound of the first ambulance skidding. A receptionist pointed to the exit door: "He fell... The guy from room three..."

He lay there, motionless but breathing. The paramedics treated him immediately, you held his hand the whole time while the doctors spoke to each other in Spanish. All you understood were: "severe internal bleeding" and "traumatic brain injury."