sixteen
New York City
O’Toole’s
September 14
8:30 p.m.
Liam stretched his legs, leaned back in the corner of the booth, and stared moodily at the Guinness in front of him. It was a Friday night; he had the entire weekend ahead, and he was miserable.
It’s your own fault.
Bugger that. He knew it was his fault. What could he do, though? The private investigator hadn’t located his mother and until that happened, he wasn’t sure what to say to Elsa.
You could give her hope.
Meaning?
Tell her about the search.
How does that help?
She’ll know you care.
He did care. Except he still wasn’t sure he believed in forever. That wasn’t something he’d observed in action.
Forever starts one day at a time.
Nice thought but ….
“Here,” Kim tossed a folded piece of paper on the table and slid in
