Liam
I'm finishing getting ready. I've changed clothes about ten times. Yesterday, I messaged Annie asking if it was okay to visit her at her house around eleven in the morning. I thought it would be a good time, and that way I could stay for the afternoon enjoying my son.
Remembering my boy lifts my spirits. He's the most important thing in my life now, and if his mother gives me another chance after we talk, I'll be the happiest man in the world.
There's a light knock on the door, and when I grant permission to enter, I see the new lady who works for Mom.
"Good morning, Mr. Liam. Your mother says breakfast is ready," I hear the woman say, but I try not to look at her. The strange feeling her presence provokes in me hasn't disappeared.
"Okay. I'll be down in a minute." I see that sh
