Chapter 17The sunlight shines on my window pane
No more darkness, no more rain
I remember now what happiness is
It all relates to being his
—Liam O’Shea, “Sun Rising”
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Milo had little sleep before Sam arrived about eight.
“Leave your bags in the foyer, Sam. Conchita made coffee. It’s in my study. Come up and sit down.”
“Hello to you too, buddy,” Sam said, following Milo to his study.
Milo didn’t respond. He started up the stairs, checking to make sure Sam followed. Milo closed and locked the door behind him. This was one conversation he didn’t want interrupted.
Milo, too upset to sit, paced the room as he talked. “Sam, I know now Bart set Liam up to look like he cheated. Why didn’t you tell me Danny had a boy dying of leukemia? Why didn’t you let me know that Liam tried to
