"Yeah, me either." I retort slowly. We fall back into silence until I can't take it anymore and I blurt, "Do you have a family?"
"Doesn't everyone have one?"
"Yeah, but, do you know yours?"
He shrugs, "Do you?"
I pinch my lips together. I know he's just trying to turn this around on me. Like he always does."Yeah, I do."
"I don't see your dad much over at your house."
Now it's my turn to shrug, "He's.. busy, I guess."
"And your mom?"
My throat suddenly feels tight. And I can only imagine this is how it must feel when I ask Liam questions he's not comfortable with answering. Now I've just witnessed a piece of my medicine.
It's been four years. The subject shouldn't bother you anymore.
I agree silently. Though I still suck in a shaky breath before I say, "She's gone."
Liam eyes me hazily. But as always, I can never guess what he's thinking. "Mine too."