The room looks exactly the same. Not that I imagined much to change in the few hours since I was here last.
Jace had laid Liam on the bed and locked the door after I was secured in the room.
I slid my back against the wall and slumped to the ground, staring at the bed.
"I'm sorry. I'm not doing a good job taking care of us."
I don't know who I am apologizing to really. Maybe a combination of Liam, my parents and myself.
I knew it would be difficult. I knew we would struggle, but I didn't realize some of the choices would have a greater significance.
After all, they would impact not only me and my future, but Liam's as well.
But I never, in my wildest dreams, could imagine the situation I have found myself in now.
A knock on the door brings me out if my thoughts. Why do they b
