The Child They Never Knew
Language: en
Another winter descended, and I found myself back in New York, paying my respects to my late parents. As I was leaving the cemetery, I ran into Liam Thompson. He held a bouquet of pink roses, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he looked up. "When did you get back to New York?" "Yesterday." I had no intention of catching up. I quickened my pace, ready to leave. But as I glanced back, I saw the tombstone in front of him. Lily. He was mourning our deceased child. 1. The cemetery steps were covered in moss, making my steps falter. Liam always had that effect on me, effortlessly…