That evening, a nurse found her standing by the window, staring at the churning sea. “Visiting hours ended an hour ago, Mrs. Vance.”
She stopped an inch away. She was afraid to touch him, as if he might shatter.
“You absolute fool,” she whispered.
She sat at the bench. Her hands trembled. But when her fingers found the keys, something ancient and tender woke up. The notes filled the cottage—not perfect, but true. Liam lowered himself to the floor, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes.
“You always did this,” she whispered, smoothing a strand of silver-flecked hair from his brow. “When you were three, you’d fall asleep in the most inconvenient places. The grocery cart. The neighbor’s doghouse. I’d have to carry you home. You’re heavier now, Liam. Much heavier.” Mother And Son Sex Stories
She laughed, a broken, watery sound.
“You did in my dream.”
Eleanor pulled back, tears cutting tracks through her foundation. “I haven’t touched a piano in ten years.”