The invitation came on a Tuesday while Liam and I were doing dishes. “Mom wants us to come to Sage Hill this weekend,” he said, already having agreed. Betty and Arnold greeted us like royalty—or at least, they greeted Liam that way.
She hugged me lightly, like stamping a letter she didn’t want to send. Dinner was all about Liam, every story circling back to him. Later, she showed photos: Liam as a boy, Liam at prom with Alice—her voice soft and warm when she said Alice’s name.
What happened next changed everything…
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