Liam's POV
I remained silent, letting my cold stare speak for itself. The exhaustion in my bones ran deeper than she could possibly understand, and I hoped the look in my eyes would convey just how far past my breaking point I had already traveled.
She clicked her tongue against her teeth, eyes narrowing as disappointment crossed her features. "A decade has passed and you still give me that same damn look, Liam." The words came out barely above a breath. "I can't help but wonder what that new wife of yours would think if she witnessed this moment. The way your eyes turn to ice when you look at me..." Her sentence hung unfinished in the air between us.
Then something shifted in her expression, and she broke into a grin that sent chills down my spine. The laugh that followed was anything but normal.
Most people would call my mother unstable, perhaps even unhinged. But I had a different word for what she had become over the years.
Broken was more accurate.
