A greasy nausea gripped Liam’s gut as he stared up at the faded lettering of the sign. Montgomery and Sons Auto Repair.
He’d avoided this, like a goddamned coward. His brothers, his mother, and sister had been the ones to deal with the accounts, tidy up business affairs in the wake of John Montgomery’s death. Liam hadn’t managed to set foot inside since it happened. He couldn’t shake the sense of guilt that if he’d lived up to the legacy of the sign, if he’d been that kind of son, he’d have been there the day his father keeled over under the hood of his beloved ’69 Mustang. The same Mustang Liam now drove.
But Liam had taken his own path, joined the Corps. His brothers had followed suit. And no one had been there that fateful Thursday afternoon. The others were able to cling to the fact
