The key ends up on the floor, the bags over Liam’s shoulders, and Mike finally looks him in the eye. He wishes he hadn’t. “There’s something wrong with you,” Liam says, choked, and as soft as an admission of love, “There’s something broken.” Mike swallows, looks down at the key on the floor. “Go home, kid,” he says, finally, and Liam listens to him for once, at least for as long as it takes Mike to lock the door behind him.
