I wasn’t ready. No mother ever truly is.
But Liam—my brave, worn-out little boy—just wanted to go home.
We were in the waiting room, sitting together while the staff prepared his discharge papers, when Liam spotted a man across the room. He was quiet, sitting alone: a big, bearded figure with a leather vest covered in patches, tattoos down both arms, and the look of someone you’d think twice about approaching.
