#Chapter 162: The Biggest Mistake

Ella’s POV “Ella?” Liam’s eyes went wide, and my blood turned to ice. “It’s really you?” Oh, no. What had I just done? “I... No, I didn’t mean...” I felt like I was going to be sick. “I was just... I was making a joke. A stupid joke. Because you said I looked like her and I thought it would be funny to—” “Stop.” Liam grabbed my wrists and searched my face with sudden sober intensity. “You’re not joking. I can see it now. It’s you. It’s really you. I thought you looked similar, but I hardly dared to believe it…” “Liam, please—” “How is this possible?” He was still holding my wrists, still staring at me like I was a ghost come to life. Which, I supposed, I was. “You died. I went to your funeral. I threw dirt on your casket.” “Not here,” I managed to choke out. “We can’t talk about this here.” Liam glanced around the dimly lit hallway. A few other drunk patrons were milling about near the bar’s entrance, but no one was paying attention to us