LIAM
Oh Jesus, perhaps it was just an expression. I wanted to believe that when she put her hands over her mouth, fish slime and all, in an effort to shove the hurtful words back inside. She was referring to my behavior. Not the way I looked. Right?
It was just a figure of speech. Still, my stupid heart ached with grief. I couldn’t speak and must have looked like a buffalo with an arrow piercing my eye, stunned, still alive, but mortally wounded. I wanted to fall to my knees, wrap my arms around myself and bellow like that injured wild thing. Shout my pain to the mountains so it echoed off the lake and made the water fowl take flight.
The only thing I had to protect me now was my self control. I wouldn’t let her see how much she’d hurt me.
“Oh God, Liam. I didn’t mean…” Her face was p
