The Death of Liam O'Connor, Part 5
Liam has a little cabin tucked up in the woods outside the city and we decided that’s where we would hole up until we could figure out what to do. CherryPop thought it was a grand adventure and we did our best to make it fun so she wouldn’t sense our worry.
So with a van packed to the brim with Cherry’s Lego’s and dollies we were on our way. Liam drove and I helped my wee girl build a castle on the floor in the back while Charlotte looked on. After the excitement this morning, the trip was uneventful, thank goodness.
When we arrived, Liam and I unloaded the van while my girls went in to light the lamps and unpack the food.
“Listen Liam,” I said, grabbing his arm as he passed. “I want – no, I need to thank you for everything you’ve done for us. For keeping us safe. I don’t know what I would do without my girls.” My voice cracked.
“Ach Des, I know what they mean to you. There’s no need for thanks. We’re all right, you and me. No worries.”
I smiled gratefully and went inside.