Liam’s pov
A sad smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I remember those carefree days. I would give anything to see him that happy again.
"I was the quiet one, and Lucien, well he was the one who settled our quarrels," I say, glancing at my brother. "He was like the glue that held us all together."
Lucien looks away, as if searching for strength in some distant memory. "I remember how it happened like yesterday," he continues.
"Lucas kept hitting my head and running away, and I kept chasing after him, laughing all the way. We were just kids, having innocent fun."
"But then," I interject, my voice trembling, "Mom suggested we go out to get some food. We all got into the car, Lucas still in his mischievous mood. Mom told him to stop, but he was laughing and sticking his tongue out, no
