(LIAM'S POV)
Silence swallowed the room.
My mother's eyes shimmered. She blinked rapidly, but it was too late. A tear escaped, tracing a slow path down her cheek before she hurriedly brushed it away.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Her voice was so fragile it barely sounded like hers.
"You're right."
She lowered her head, unable to meet my eyes. "I should've told you." Another shaky breath escaped her. "I should've told you the moment you were old enough to understand."
Her fingers tightened together in her lap. "But I couldn't."
She looked back at me, her eyes filled with a fear that had clearly lived there for far longer than today.
"I truly couldn't." Her lips trembled. "I was afraid, Liam." She paused, as though admitting it out loud made it more real. "I've been afraid for most of my life."
The anger burning inside me faltered. Not because she'd answered my questions.
She hadn't.
But because I'd never seen my mother look so... broken. And that was saying something.
