Amelia
“Aren’t you going to eat it?”
I glanced at Liam, who asked as if nothing were wrong at this moment. The calmness reflected on his face made me sick.
I exhaled slowly, then looked at Julian and gave him a gentle smile.
As someone who carries responsibility, and who doesn’t want Julian to feel what I’m feeling, the unease and fear, I lied to him.
“Come on, let’s eat, Julian. This is your favorite.”
I pulled his plate closer and quickly cut the meat to give it to Julian. When I handed it to him, he looked at me; I could read worry in his expression.
“Thank you, Mom,” he said softly, as he always did.
I kept my eyes on him until he chewed the piece of meat he had just put into his mouth. He seemed to struggle a little.
Of course he did. We had just arrived here, and the sudden
