Open Up, Sweetheart

"He's been dead a long time. A dead guy can't hurt anyone. Someone else messed up Sophia's fingers. As for who and why, I really don't know." Ava's voice was steady, but her lower lashes were glistening.

Liam stared down at the grave mound.

It was a plain grave, looked pretty old. A bunch of dead wildflowers lay in front, and there were ashes from burned paper scattered around.

The grave was super basic, just a pile of dirt, not even a headstone.

No way to tell who was in there.

Liam's lips quirked. He'd asked her about Ethan before, and she'd always dodged the question.

After getting the back shot of Ethan from the security footage, she'd just thrown him this random grave to shut him up.

Little did she know, the first time she'd called out "Ethan, bro" in her sleep, he'd sent someone to dig into Ethan.

But no one in Ava's circle was named Ethan. So, Ethan couldn't be chilling in this grave.