“You Came.”
A nurse led me in. The girl—Ava—was sitting up in bed, coloring quietly. When she saw me, her eyes lit up.
She whispered, “Liam…”
I smiled softly. “Hey there. Feeling better?”
She nodded. “You came.”
I chuckled. “Of course. I carried you out, remember?”
“No,” she said gently. “Mommy told me if I was ever really scared, to call for Liam. And he’d come.”
I felt my heart stop.
“Your mom said that?”
She nodded again. “She said Liam always keeps his promises.”
“What’s your mom’s name?” I asked, barely breathing.
“Natalie,” she said.
