And I would make sure he never went without it.
I would work, day and night if I had to. I would pay off every loan, every cent of debt I had piled up over the years. I would get us a real place, an apartment with a working heater and enough space for Liam to run through without hitting his head on the kitchen counter. I would buy him his first bed. His first books. I would decorate his room with stars and moons and lullabies, and I would teach him that no matter how messy the world got, he would always have me.
Because I wasn’t just surviving anymore. I was building.
I stepped off the stage, my eyes blurry and my heart swollen. I had accepted a truth a long time ago: I couldn’t rewrite the past. I couldn’t bring my parents back from the dead. I couldn’t reverse Dominic’s betrayal. I co
