Chapter 265

CALLUM'S POV

The heavy stillness of the graveyard settled over us like a shroud. The white lilies beneath Monroe’s headstone rustled faintly in the evening breeze, their pale petals catching the soft glow of the moonlight.

Lydia didn't pull her hand away. Instead, her fingers tightened around mine, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked down at the dark marble plaque.

Slowly, she