Chapter 477

Andrea had been cremated and buried that very night. Liam had even placed the dog tooth along with her, as if this small act was a way to ease his guilt, if only slightly. Grace walked through the graveyard, then laid the bouquet she had brought at the base of a simple gravestone. There was no inscription, just a photograph. Without another word, she turned to leave. Liam sat off to the side and smoked. It took him a few moments to gather himself before he finally said, "Grace… there's something else I want to tell you." Sebastian's call had given him a fleeting burst of courage, but now, with Andrea's gravestone in front of him and under the weight of Grace's gaze, that courage scattered like ash. He had now become the very person Grace despised—weak, disappointing, and easily swayed. If he said what he suspected about Joanne, would she think that he was trying to deflect blame? She barely trusted him as it was. This might be the final thread snapping. He looked down, took a