In the restroom, I rested my back on the the wall and pressed the video call button, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.
The night had been short, short but eventful. "Happy New Year, my love," I whispered into the phone, trying to keep my voice low and prevent any unwanted attention.
Liam's face popped onto the screen, a small, blurry rectangle of blond curls and sleepy eyes. "Happy New Year, Mommy!" he squealed, his gap-toothed grin stretching across his face.
"Many happy returns, my sweet boy," I replied, my heart melting at the sight of him, even though it was a video call. "What's your wish for the new year?"
He bounced slightly in his chair, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement. "I wanna come over! Stay with you!"
"Oh, I wish that too, my love," I whispered, trying to k
