“I’m so sorry,” I replied lowly. Liam only glanced at me with his mouth pressed into a thin line. I sat back awkwardly, not knowing what more to say.
“It’s not something I talk about often. Like you and your father.” He sighed. “But you told me your story, so I guess it’s only fair I share mine.”
“Liam. . . you don’t have to. It’s fine.”
“I know. But I want to.” He took a deep breath through his nose, letting it out slowly. “It happened ten years ago. I was eight. My whole life, it had only been my mother and me; I don’t have any siblings, and I never knew my Father.”
My heart clenched. He was an orphan, just like me.
“My mother had sent me to the market for eggs and apples. She was going to make a pie. She didn’t give me enough money though, so I had to haggle with the shopkeeper to
