Liam walked up to it and noticed something different about it. A small gold plaque on the back read Liam’s Bench. Liam sat and started to cry. Every time he thought he had no tears left, Milo managed to pull out some more. Happy tears though, this time.
Milo found him sitting on the bench sometime later. “I heard you got up. Do you want some coffee or tea, baby?”
“Tea would be great. My stomach hasn’t tolerated coffee very well for the last few years.”
“How about we get you some breakfast?” Milo persisted.
“I don’t know. When I eat, I get nauseous,” Liam answered.
“I think you get nauseous because you don’t eat. You must have lost twenty pounds since I last saw you. Your ribs poked my chest last night. Conchita is here and ready to prepare breakfast. Come eat, Liam. You can have some
