Chapter Fifteen
Liam
I paced the length of my flat while Mari and Niamh were gone. I reconsidered at least twenty times if I should go after them. Niamh was my sister. She’d been my responsibility since the moment she’d been born.
Yet Mari hadn’t minced words in her texts. Stay home; you’ll make things worse.
It pissed me off. I wanted to go straight to that cafe and prove Mari wrong. Pull up a chair, plant my arse in it, and force Niamh to talk to me.
Right as I debated leaving, my phone rang. Thinking it might be Mari, I answered it without looking at the caller ID.
The voice on the other line, though? Definitely not a woman’s voice. It was a voice I’d only heard a half dozen times in my life, but I’d never forget it.
“Liam,” said old man Gallagher in that Irish brogue that instan
