I make the distance to the bench in seconds, reaching the two of them quickly. Nora stands with Liam, with her arms around him.
“Hi, buddy,” I say as Nora steps back. “Nora, what a surprise you picked up Liam at school,” I add, trying to sound casual for Liam. I remember the mystery call to Westinghouse Middle School. “Did you call the school the other day, and ask them about picking up Liam?”
“I did,” she says, smiling and giving Liam a little squeeze. Her expression reminds me of the night she admitted going through my wallet for my address. “Liam, say hi to your dad.”
“Hi, Dad,” he says, attempting to join me, but Nora holds him fast in her arms.
Nora retreats a couple of steps. “I trusted you, Tom.” Her voice is thick in her throat and I can see her eyes are swollen. She’s visibly
