My heart dropped. My father hadn’t called, written, or asked about us in eighteen years. My first instinct was to protect Liam from that same rejection. But he looked at me and said quietly, “I’m not angry. I just need to see him. Once.”
So we drove there. The same driveway. The same porch light. My hands gripped the steering wheel while Liam got out, shoulders squared like he was walking into battle.Continue reading…
