Chapter 202

Jacob's POV It felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over me from head to toe. Her words were clear, cool, without a single ripple. Okay, still no. But... compared to how she used to look at me like I was her enemy, or just ignore me outright, now we could at least have a calm conversation. She even said “thank you” to me. Was that... progress? Damn it, I was probably just kidding myself. But even a sliver of hope was enough for me to cling to. I was trying to draw some pitiful warmth from this tiny “improvement” when she asked about Brett. “Jacob, earlier... those people. What did they do to Brett's grave?” I froze. My throat felt blocked, making it hard to breathe. How could I tell her? Was I supposed to say I watched those bastards dig up your brother's resting place with shovels, stuff him into a body bag like cargo, and walk away? That I saw it all and couldn't do a thing? My expression must have betrayed me .   Celena's POV I aske