Chapter 161:
Chapter 161. Home (1)
Liam descended from the platform and returned to my side.
People slowly rose and began laying flowers, one by one, on Owen’s coffin. Throughout this, Liam’s head remained bowed, buried in my shoulder. He wasn’t crying—I could tell from how dry my shoulder remained. He simply needed something to lean on…
As people gradually moved towards the cemetery, we too rose from our seats.
Liam’s grey eyes had settled into a quiet calm. Though slightly bloodshot, he seemed to have properly contained his emotions.
We took our final look at Owen. There were no farewell words—we’d already said those earlier—and no wishes for a peaceful rest.
Owen appeared as if he were merely sleeping. Perhaps he might just wake up. Maybe this was all a prank coordinated with Greenwich. His burnt and melted robe had been replaced with a new one, and white gloves covered his blackened hands.
Liam reached into his coat and placed a cigar in Owen’s breast pocket.
‘Camouflage.’