Henry
We were at a mafia party, and so far everything was going well. I just wanted to get out of there with Liz; I couldn't stand those creepy old men keeping their eyes on her.
After a while, I saw a couple arrive, and to my surprise, it was Patrick—but the woman with him wasn't Kevlin. It was Ketlin.
What the hell was happening? She had been dead. She had died in my arms. They had lied to me.
"Henry?" I heard Liz calling me from behind. I wanted to answer her, but I couldn't. I was frozen, trapped in what felt like a never-ending nightmare. "Henry!" she called again, more urgently.
Patrick and Ketlin approached us.
"Wait there," Liz said, pausing for a moment. "That's not Kevlin." Even Liz realized it wasn't Kevlin. "Oh, s**t!" she cursed as they approached us.
"Liz, Henry," Patr
