Ethan’s on the sting of the room, watching Mick dance whereas sipping on a beer. Liam sidles as much as him, they usually begin chatting whereas I bop my solution to Mikayla’s facet. She jumps up and hugs me once I’m close to, after which we begin transferring to the beat.

It’s enjoyable to let free. I really like this music, letting it carry me away, transferring my physique in sync with Mikayla’s. We make one another giggle and belt out lyrics once we know them. My voice is hoarse after solely two songs, however that is the very best.

Spinning round, I search for Liam, on the brink of drag him into the dance area with me once I see he’s on the telephone. His eyebrows dip into a pointy V, and I want I may learn lips.

Or possibly I don’t must learn them.

Perhaps I simply know that no matter he’s listening to proper now could be freaking him out, as a result of his face has gone the colour of whipped cream.

I transfer off the ground, wrestling my manner by our bodies as I attempt to attain him as quick as I can.

CHAPTER 36

LIAM

I can barely hear Mama over the music, however I can inform from her tears that that is dangerous. My rapid thought is that Dad’s been on a rampage once more, however her tears have a unique high quality to them this time. Even over the thumping music, I can inform she’s not panicked however extra… distraught.

“He’s within the hospital.”

“Who?”

“Your father.” She sobs. “Liam, he’s dying.”

The phrases sink into me, gradual and heavy. Or possibly like a poisonous gasoline.

I don’t know what to really feel as I inch my manner exterior, bumping into our bodies and attempting to swivel round them.

Dad’s dying.

Mama’s weeping.

And I can’t really feel something.

As quickly as I step exterior, I transfer to a quiet spot across the nook and relaxation my head again towards the surface of the home.

Mama’s speaking in Spanish now. “He simply dropped to the bottom, so I known as an ambulance and?—”

“What had been you even doing with him?”

She huffs. “Liam, your father could be very sick!”

Closing my eyes, I really feel sick myself, bile surging in my abdomen as I do know what she’s going to ask me subsequent.

A delicate hand lands on my arm, and I look up. One have a look at Rachel’s fearful frown almost does me in. She’s so lovely and type, and he or she’s been a complete trooper as she’s put up with my sullen temper the previous couple of days. I’ve hated myself for it, however I can’t appear to shake off this heavy, ugly feeling both.

Ever since Dad got here knocking on my door, I’ve been stressed, and now…

“You’ll want to come see him, mijo. We’re at St. Bart’s. Fourth ground.” The remainder of her phrases fade as my abdomen twists right into a knot so tight, I’m wondering if I’m going to throw up.

Rachel’s nonetheless watching me, her lengthy fingers squeezing my shoulder as she mouths, “What’s flawed?”

She’s trying actually fearful, and I’ve to inform her. However I can’t simply dangle up on Mama on this state both.

In Spanish, I gently reply, “It’s okay, Mama. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”

I hate these phrases popping out of my mouth, however what the fuck else am I imagined to say? She wants me. So I’ll go.

Hanging up with a heavy sigh, I pull Rachel into my arms and bury my head within the criminal of her neck.

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