"This..."
Liliana's lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face without warning. Large, heavy drops fell to the floor, one after another, like pearls from a broken string, an unstoppable flood.
Her eyes were red, her voice cracking as she repeated, her composure finally shattering.
"This... this necklace... this necklace..."
"This necklace... is what was left... Why... why..."
"Why this?!"
Her soft voice was hoarse from crying as she finally screamed.
Liam's expression changed. He rushed forward and pulled her into a tight embrace, gently patting her back to calm her. "Don't cry, don't cry, Liliana, please don't cry..." he murmured.
Liliana instinctively clutched his shirt, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Her voice was a broken, trembling mess. "Liam... Liam..."
"This necklace... I gave it to him. I made it myself. I remember... I remember..."
She couldn't believe it.
Her eyes were swollen with tears, her mind a chaotic blank. She was at a complete loss, unsure what to do.
They had found Matthew's belongings, which was another way of confirming his death.
Liliana remembered it all too clearly.
This blood-stained necklace was the gift she had designed and made herself for his eighteenth birthday, so many years ago.
He had never worn it in front of her.
He knew she was in love with Linton Cooper, so perhaps he had avoided wearing it out of discretion. He had smiled, accepted the necklace, thanked her, and then never mentioned it or wore it again.



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