Seeing him buying a bunch of drinks and drinking beer alone in the classroom, Maureen said with some confusion,
"Do you not want to hang out with Liam's mother? If you don't, why don't you just refuse?"
Demon shot her a glance, "You think I wanted to do this?"
On this night, perhaps due to his despair, Demon ended up spilling his guts after having a bit too much to drink.
What Maureen heard was his side of the story.
Strangely enough, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the departed Liam's elder brother when he was eighteen.
For all these years, Liam's mother had been using him as a way to live in her dream.
From Demon's few indirect words, Maureen caught a glimpse of the thirteen-year-old Liam.
She saw how Liam had to fight his way out of a literal dogpile, bruised all over, being shoved back and forth beyond the caution tape, and questioned about where his brother and father were.
