e and cold. Mark stood over th

you need. Don't

pale one. "Sir, we can only safely take one pint.

ce twiste

d is dying. If she can't give enough, go to

r broken little boy, to save that woman. He would

s faded into a long, low hum. The last thing I saw w

itting in the chair beside me, his head

ce thick with what sounded like remorse. "I was

my chest. He wasn't sorry. He was just anno

, because he changed his tactic. He sighed

start. Liam... he requires so much care. There are facilities, ex

voice dropping to a

So bright and healthy. We could adopt him. We

ard our son like a broken toy and re

rous suggestion,

. maybe you're right, Mark," I whispered, my voi

thought he had broken me. He t

, patting my hand. "I'll go make s

e bedside table when he walked out. My fingers closed

ly. His password w

ing boy, all posed like a perfect family at the beach. M

know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to find someth

ing finger, I

eld a box of peanut butter crackers. I couldn't hear the words, but I saw her point toward the li

offered the cracker to Liam. My swee

cident. It was a deliberat

secure email address I created. Then, I

en Ca

top neurosurgeon in Switzerland. I

uble. My son is hurt. I need

the browser history just as

aken care o

below, Mark was handing a large, brightly wrapped gift to

all, my son Liam sat alone