Chapter 148: Liam’s Story

Trista’s POV

Jules chatted incessantly. He was yammering on about God only knows what, something about chocolate. I tried to block him out so I could hear the voices upstairs.

I really hoped they would say something else, about my mother OR father, something that would give me a clue as to how he knew them.

But Doctor Darren and Mrs. Lemick had gone quiet. I figured they were probably sleeping.

“Oh shit,” Jules suddenly said. I looked over. Liam’s white bandage was turning red. “What do we do?” Jules squealed, standing up.

Hazel leapt up and went to Liam.

“Why is he bleeding like that?” Jules asked, horrified.

I had to admit, it didn’t look good. His wound was still bleeding, enough to saturate the bandage. Hazel gently pushed Jules out of the way and peeled back the blood-soaked bandage.

Jules gasped when he saw the stitched up wound. He took a few steps backwards.

“I’m going to faint,” he said, looking woozy. I grabbed his elbow and led him to a chair. “You said he was all right,” J