Mikey
Liam had exactly three different sighs.
There was the annoyed sigh he used whenever one of the offensive linemen forgot a blocking assignment during film study.
There was the exhausted dad sigh, usually reserved for when Vivian convinced Deidra that finger paint belonged on walls instead of paper.
And then there was the sigh I heard the moment he opened his front door.
The I’ve completely lost control of my own house sigh.
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
“I should leave, shouldn’t I?”
Liam rubbed both hands over his face.
“You probably should.”
I laughed.
“That bad?”
“Worse.”
Macey stepped around me carrying a small container of brownies she’d baked that morning.
“They can’t be that bad.”
Liam stared at her for a second before shaking his head.
“Oh… they absolutely
