Mount Macon: The Complete Series

Haley

I’d started buying little things for Liam’s house that made it feel like mine.

A blanket ladder for the living room, pictures that added contrast and color to the living room.

Flowers on his nightstand, and a new plush chair to go in front of his massive bay window that overlooked the street.

I drank my coffee from it most mornings.

Other mornings, Jeffery would invite me to tag along as he picked up lumber or had to pick paint samples for a job he was working. It was a needed distraction, especially as the weather warmed and time finally seemed to catch up with me.

Reality hit like a stone wall. Liam was missing everything, and I couldn’t take it anymore.