Liam POV
“Can you explain what’s going on?” I ask, trying to make sense of the scene in front of me.
Beatrice shakes her head, a hint of mystery in her voice. “It is better if we show you.”
I follow her, skeptical but curious, as we approach Celeste. Her demeanor is calm, but there’s a weight in her eyes that speaks of the burden she’s carrying. She turns to me, and her voice is steady as she begins. “I cannot reverse what has been done, but I can aid with closure from the death of a loved one, in this instance loved ones.”
I raise an eyebrow, doubting her sincerity. “Seriously, is this your way of saying ‘we are sorry’? Club? Is this really not funny?” The sarcasm in my voice is harsher than intended, but grief and anger have me on edge.
Celeste’s expression remains unflinching. “No,
