“There’s some fucking woman up there saying she’s Liam’s mom, and now he’s hiding.” My stomach drops. Liam doesn’t know; Oliver probably barely remembers. Five years ago, I woke up early for a before-school practice, hoping to bring Oliver with me to avoid anything with our dad. But when I walked down the stairs, Dad was passed out across the couch hugging a bottle, and a baby was on the floor, just looking at me with wide gray eyes. I was terrified, a sixteen-year-old high school student who already had too much responsibility with Oliver, and suddenly, there was a bouncing little baby boy to
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