Beverly POV
“Liam…” I called.
My voice came out shaky, thin, as an heavy weight settled in my chest after listening to his words. It felt like something pressing down on my heart, slow and relentless.
Of course, I had plans to leave. But not the way he was thinking.
I would never be so cruel as to abandon a child because of his illness.
“Don’t try to make me feel better, Aunt Beverly,” he said quietly. “Just admit it. You’re going to be like the others, aren’t you?”
“Like who?” I asked.
“My mommy. And my previous doctor. Everyone who promises to stay with me always ends up leaving when they find out how bad my sickness is.”
The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. His voice cracked on the last word, and it struck me right in the chest.
“They say they’ll stay,” he continued, tears sp
