Liam POV
The room felt quieter than before.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet.
The heavy kind.
The kind that settles after a truth has been spoken—one that cannot be taken back.
I stared at her.
Celyne.
Her words still echoed in my head like something unreal.
I’m dying.
My fingers tightened slightly at my sides.
“No,” I said immediately, shaking my head. “No… you can’t just say something like that.”
She didn’t respond.
Didn’t argue.
Didn’t even look at me.
And somehow… that made it worse.
“We just met again,” I continued, my voice tightening. “After all these years… and this is what you’re telling me?”
Still nothing.
A strange frustration mixed with something deeper—fear.
“Celyne,” I said firmly. “What do you mean you’re dying?”
She hesitated.
I saw it—the way her fingers
