Susan (Liam's mother)
I'm reviewing some things at home when suddenly the doorbell rings. It seems a bit strange since it's already late for visitors. When it rings again, I personally go to open the door.
"Liam?" My dear son is at the door. I can see in his eyes that something is wrong. He drops his suitcase on the floor and pulls me into his arms. I see silent tears begin to spill from his eyes. I let him cry it out. I stroke his soft hair, comforting him as I did when he was my little boy. "What's wrong, honey? Did you fight with your wife?"
He shakes his head, takes my arm, picks up his suitcase, and we enter the house.
"Mom, I'm an i***t. A damn i***t!" His red-rimmed eyes tell me he's been crying for a while.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" We sit on the sofa, and he h
