Chapter 8

　　The white backdrop was covered in photos.

　　Memories. Moments frozen in time.

　　Lily sighed, her voice soft with nostalgia. "Look at these. Five years of memories."

　　She hummed happily as she attached each picture, her hands never still. Chatting. Laughing. Reminiscing.

　　Lily was the kind of person who thrived on connection. Or maybe she just wanted to share her happiness with everyone.

　　"This one," she pointed, "was right after Liam was discharged from the hospital. He was so skinny back then—but still so fierce."

　　She giggled, shaking her head.

　　"I saved him, you know. He’s always called me his benefactor."

　　I stared at the photo, my throat suddenly dry.

　　"I was the first to fall for him," she continued. "Chased him for two years. But he kept turning me down."

　　"Why?"

　　"He said he’d forgotten something important. He wouldn’t even consider anything else until he remembered."

　　I swallowed. "Did he ever find it?"