PART 18 – I Looked at the Empty Space Beside Liam and Remembered the Father He Had Lost Before Anyone Asked Him to Choose a Home

There was an empty space beside Liam.

It wasn't an actual empty chair.

It was simply the place where I expected Michael to be.

I had thought about that all morning.

If my son were alive, we wouldn't be sitting there.

Michael would have been the one making sure Liam had eaten breakfast.

He would have been the one reminding him to bring his school things.

He would have been the person Liam looked toward when he needed someone to explain what was happening.

Instead, I was there.

And Sarah was there.

And the judge was asking a boy to explain where he wanted to live.

I looked at Liam's face.

I could see Michael in certain expressions.

The way he pressed his lips together when he was thinking.

The way his eyes moved toward something before he turned his head.

But Liam wasn't Michael.

He was his own person.

I had to keep reminding myself of that.

I couldn't make decisions based on what I thought Michael would have wanted.

I couldn't ask Liam to carry his father's wishes on top of everything else.

I could only listen to the child sitting in front of me.

Judge Harrison continued reviewing the information.

Sarah's attorney spoke quietly.

My attorney listened.

I glanced at the family photographs again.

One showed the kind of happy moment people liked to remember.

I couldn't see the details clearly from where I sat.

But I knew why Sarah had brought them.

Michael had once been part of those photographs.

So had Liam.

I wondered whether Sarah had looked at them while preparing for court.

Perhaps they reminded her of what she had lost.

I knew that feeling.

There were photographs in my house that I couldn't look at for too long.

Sometimes I walked past them.

Sometimes I stopped.

Sometimes I wished I could hear Michael's voice coming from another room.

Grief didn't make people agree.

I had learned that the hard way.

It could make people hold tighter to what remained.

It could make them afraid of losing even more.

I wondered whether some of that fear had brought Sarah and me to this point.

But fear didn't change what Liam needed.

I looked toward him again.

He was listening to the judge.

His phone was still nearby.

I remembered the school gym.

I remembered the secretary's expression.

I remembered how I had felt when I learned Liam had been left waiting.

At the time, I had thought buying the phone would solve a practical problem.

Now I understood that practical problems could become important pieces of a much larger story.

The judge asked another question about the arrangements being considered.

The attorneys answered.

I listened carefully.

Then Liam shifted slightly in his seat.

He looked back toward me.

I smiled.

He looked away again.

That was enough.

I didn't need him to smile back.

I didn't need him to reassure me.

I only wanted him to know I was there.

I thought about what I would say if the judge asked me why I wanted Liam to live with me.

I would tell him the truth.

I wanted to make sure the boy had someone who noticed when he needed help.

Someone who remembered school appointments.

Someone who would listen when he wanted to talk.

Someone who wouldn't expect him to pretend everything was fine.

I wouldn't promise a perfect home.

I couldn't.

But I could promise to keep trying.

And I could promise that he would never have to earn my love.

The judge looked toward my attorney.

Another question followed.

I listened.

Then I noticed Sarah watching Liam.

Her expression was difficult to read.

I wondered whether she was remembering Michael too.

Perhaps she was.

For a moment, I felt sorry for both of them.

A mother and a son sitting on opposite sides of a painful situation.

And a father who should have been there but wasn't.

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