CHAPTER 123

Sophie

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The cluster of numerous sphere-shaped pendant lights hung from the ceiling, casting its white hue on the dark panel walls of the dining.

The fear of losing Liam still lingered in my veins. My eyes were glued on him, sitting at his smaller table and chair, and this time his legs were on the floor.

He attempted to eat his dinner, and my hands just couldn’t stop smothering his hair. They clung onto him as though he could vanish into thin air again.

“Mummy will never let you out of her sight,” I muttered, leaning in to peck his head. The cocoa scent from his hair shampoo wafted into my nose.

Rising off the floor, I moved to a seat on the dining table nearest to him. My fingers were on the laptop before me, but my eyes just refused to be anywhere but on Liam.

Liam dug his spoon into the plate of stir-fried rice and took a spoonful in his mouth. A few grains fell out of his spoon and strewn across his small white table. I must say he has gotten better at feeding himself.

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