Nobody spoke after that.
Finally, I picked up Livia’s letter.
“Where is she?”
Liam shook his head.
“Liam.”
Nobody spoke after that.
“No. Not if you’re going there to drag her home.”
“I need to see my daughter.”
“Then don’t arrive like the reason she left.”
I hated him for saying it.
I loved him for saying it.
I sat with the torn beanbag beside me and the letters around my knees.
“Tell me how not to scare her,” I said.
Liam wiped his face. “Start by not making the first sentence about you.”
“I need to see my daughter.”
***
The next morning, he gave me the address. John drove. I held Livia’s letter.
Natalie opened the door before I knocked twice.
A curtain shifted in the house next door.
For once, I didn’t care who saw me humbled.
“Camila.”
“You knew.”
“Yes.”
My old anger rose fast. I almost raised my voice.
