Satisfied when he puts her down, she runs inside and slams the door. Liam comes to me and buries me inside his embrace. After we’re done hugging, he pushes us apart so our noses are inches away from each other, and we’re pushed apart by holding each other’s forearms. Most days I can’t remember what I did that morning. I get told by Mom or Dad or Liam that they’re surprised I’m talking to them because, only hours ago, or the day before, I was pissed. It’s my new normal to forget chunks of my time. But Liam’s fingers searing my forearms, holding us too close for even Ella’s small body to pass through? I can’t forget this. He’s like being someone loved, coveted. An actor, an author. They don’t realize how amazing they are because they have high goals, and they’re so used to them. Well, I’ve lived my whole life with Liam.
