I stared at Liam for a long while, my mind circling questions I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers to. But I couldn’t just sit here, not when every fiber of me was screaming that something was wrong with my boy.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. Don’t scare him, Kael. Keep it gentle.
“Liam…” I said slowly, leaning closer, “Tell me the truth. From where did you learn… to kill people?”
He didn’t even flinch. His little hands kept fiddling with the toy in front of him, the edges scraping across the floor as though my words carried no weight. Then, in a flat, unnerving tone, he finally answered.
“I’m not sure,” he muttered, his voice almost detached, his eyes never leaving the toy. “But… I think… if I do what’s in the picture—” his lips curled into a faint smile, cold and empty, “
