CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Liam walked as quietly as he could out of the family room and through to the front of the house. He was carrying a suitcase stuffed with his own belongings.
One question kept running through his mind …
Do I really want to do this?
He stopped in the dining room and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, looking again at his father’s message …
I miss you, son.
His father had sent that message a couple of hours ago. Liam hadn’t replied. Then about an hour later, his father had sent another message …
Are you still my son?
As Liam looked at the words, they tore right through him all over again.
He hadn’t answered that second message either.
But he’d immediately started packing his things to go home.
And now he put his cell phone back in his pocket and quietly mo
