Breakfast in the Laurents’ house was torture, as always. They were really good at dishing out horrors that they themselves did not conform to and now that they had it in their head that he had doomed them, they would not let it go.
“Loser,” Sofia sneered. “I wonder how you’re able to look at his face, sis. Such disgrace; I’m surprised they even kept him alive.”
“I never knew Albert Shawn to be so generous,” Esther added. “Perhaps he decided to let it go now that his father didn’t officially die?”
“He might probably still come for us. Perhaps he said all that just to dissuade the hospital management from calling the alarms. We should run now that we have the opportunity to.”
Liam ignored their deliberately loud voice and stared down at his food. His feigned ignorance and silence only ma
