While sitting on the floor in the Gate room might have been an appropriate place to have the conversation, considering it was exactly where Liam died, I wasn't comfortable talking to my eight-year-old son about the loss of his father in that place.
Forget his sadness. Total selfishness on my part drove me to move with my cheeks wet from my tears. I took his hand in mine, Ethie tucking in against my other side, the two children I'd do anything for and who held the weight of the world thanks to their parentage walking with me into the archive.