people room to be themselves.”
Liam wiped his face with his sleeve.
“You both made this house feel like a courtroom,” he said. “Mom judged. Dad settled. And Livia and I waited for the sentence.”
For a long time, no one spoke.
Finally, I picked up Livia’s letter.
“Where is she?”
Liam shook his head.
“No. Not if you’re going there to drag her home.”
“I need to see my daughter.”
“Then don’t arrive like the reason she left.”
I hated him for saying it.
And I loved him for
