"Mother…"
Watching Liam, William walked over to Liam, his hand resting gently on Liam's shoulder. Liam glanced up at him, his eyes filled with sadness and tears, before turning his gaze back to the nameplate.
"Are you okay?" William asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.
Liam simply nodded, his voice steady and calm. "I'm fine." He paused for a moment before adding, "Big brother."
William's eyes widened in surprise, his voice rising in protest. "Liam, you can't call me that."
Liam smirked, his tone tinged with a mix of amusement and affection. " If you don't want me to call you that, then you have to stop treating me like a little brother."
Despite being brothers from different mothers, the bond between William and Liam was undeniable. They shared the same father, a connection that ran deeper than blood, forged in the fires of shared experiences and unspoken understandings.
