Chapter LIII: The Untold
Liz clings onto Bennett, her arms wrapped tightly around him as she buries her face into his chest. His warmth, his scent, his presence—all of it is real. She is here, in his room, in his dream. Yet, the memories St. Paul showed her still linger in her mind, pulling at her thoughts.
Bennett strokes her back, offering silent comfort, but Liz is restless. She looks up at him, her eyes searching. "Bennett," she whispers, "I need to know more. About what St. Paul showed me. About everything."
Bennett exhales, hesitating. Then, he moves towards the desk where a sleek monitor sits, its screen blank. He presses a button, and the screen hums to life. "Let's watch this," he says simply.
Liz sits beside him, eyes fixated on the monitor. A title appears in bold letters: "
