Part 26
Liam’s POV I was getting ready to leave for my own house—a quiet place just fifteen minutes away from my parents’. The evening breeze snuck through my window, cool and soft, brushing against my face as I folded the last of my clothes into my small valise. It felt strange being here again, back in my old room, surrounded by the echoes of childhood memories that no longer fit me. Just as I zipped the bag halfway, I heard a gentle knock—so soft it was almost hesitant. “Come in,” I said, not looking up immediately. The door creaked open, and my mother stepped in. She pushed the door with the same careful grace she’d always had, as if she feared disturbing the air around her. Her smile was warm—almost too warm—when she said my name. “Liam…” I forced a small smile in return and continued a
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