Leah
At one forty-five, I walked into the hospital lobby.
Liam was already there.
He stood near the windows, hands in his pockets, looking casual only if you did not know him. I knew him better now. Not all the way. Not even close. But enough to see the set of his shoulders, the way he tracked the elevator doors, the way his eyes moved over my face before he said anything.
“Leah,” he said.
“Hi.”
“You can still change your mind.”
“I know.”
“About me being here,” he said.
“I know that too.”
He nodded once.
“I’m not ready to announce anything,” I said.
“Then we won’t.”
“If Ruth recognizes you, she may react.”
“She will recognize me,” Liam said.
I looked at him.
He did not soften it.
“She saw me at Maeve’s funeral,” he said. “And during the custody fight. I was thirteen, but g
