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day. That also explains why she came back after taking the girls to school. She has always been one that likes to view her destruction up close and personal. She knew where Liam would be if he didn’t have work to do. She knew he would be with me, helping me catch up on things around the house. What better way to end her morning than by torturing her two least favorite people?
    “We will get through this no matter what comes our way, Liam. We’re a team. I wouldn’t have made it through these last few years without you. Maybe now, it’s time for you to lean on me and let me be the strong one. Let me help carry some of the burden for you. After all that you have carried for me, I think it is the least I can do.”
    Pulling back, Liam kisses me on the forehead. “No. I will handle this. I just wanted you to know what’s going on. You need to keep your eyes on her, though, cause that woman ain’t right in the head.”
    “ Liam, you listen to me. No, don’t you shake your head at me. It’s bad enough that I put up with her. Now, she’s going after you. This has to stop somewhere.” I put my hand on his shoulder and give him a slight shake. “No more. You hear me? No more. I’m going over there and getting this all out in the open, and you’re not changing my mind.”
    Liam can see the determination written all over my face. With a deep sigh, and a quiet “thanks,” he walks towards the front door. Seeing his shoulders slumped in defeat breaks my heart into pieces. The two of us have been through so many struggles together, but my Liam has always been the strong one. He has always been the shoulder I would cry on, the one person that I know that I can depend on. I know that now it’s my turn to try somehow to repay him for all that he has done, for my girls and for me.
    Feeling revulsion from my head to my toes, I realize what this means . I am going to have to go to that woman, crawl back on my hands and knees. I have to ask, no, beg her to come back into our lives. She predicted it, and now I know that I will make it come true. I will fold this time, because my brother needs me more than I need my pride. It’s the only way that I can see to get us out of the mess she’s created.

 
     
     

C hapter Six
Past
     
    Our senior year of high school started out with the normal excitement most kids feel knowing that graduation is right around the corner . Liam and Tripp fought for and won the honor of being co-captains of the varsity football team, and I was captain of the cheerleading squad. I had decided years earlier that my cheering would be the easiest way for us all to be together. I knew that my boys agreed because that way they could keep an eye on me.
    Every Friday, the cheerleaders would lead a frenzied school crowd in chants and cheers to pump up the football team for victory. If the game was at home that week, and weather permitted it, we would all meet at the football field. Away games found us in the gym before we loaded the buses to travel. Because our town was somewhat secluded, travel to most other schools meant hours on a stinky, old activity bus.
    The date for our Homecoming game fell on Friday, September 14, 2001. The entire week before the big game was a little different for us. Because our town was so small, most everyone participated in our weeklong Homecoming festivities. Every morning, several of our local merchants would pull out all the stops to honor the players, each providing food of some sort. After all, these were growing boys, and they were always hungry. Some merchants gave shirts, mugs, water bottles, or koozies decorated with the homecoming theme to the student body. It was always a great feeling knowing that the whole town supported the team and wanted a homecoming victory. The football team and cheerleaders would eat while listening to the sponsors of the day dole out pep talks. In the mornings, after we had eaten, the student body would then meet in the gym for a short pep