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I’ve always tried to give Liam his space, but three weeks felt like a lifetime and a heartbeat all at once. I didn’t even know her last name, only that her name was “Tessa” and she made him “feel alive.” I sat in my quiet house in a suburb of Manchester, staring at old photos of us, wondering how we had drifted so far apart that I was now a stranger to his future. I decided to respect his wishes, even though every motherly instinct I had was screaming that something wasn’t right—a cold, prickling sensation that told me “Tessa” was less of a person and more of a shadow.
