**Rainport Memorial Cemetery – 11:47 p.m.**
The marble headstone gleamed under moonlight.
**Serena Lang**
*Beloved Wife. Gone Too Soon.*
*1989–2020*
Julian knelt before it, rain soaking through his coat.
He placed a bundle of lilies at the base.
“You always hated lilies,” he murmured. “Said they smelled like endings.”
Silence.
“I didn’t look. I didn’t open the coffin.” His voice cracked. “I let Vivian call it closure.”
He took a breath, pulled out his phone. “This is Julian Lu. Begin recording.”
**Voice Memo Recording – Start**
"I, Julian Lu, admit I never confirmed Serena Lang’s identity at her funeral. I authorized cremation based solely on secondhand information. I now believe that the body was never hers. That I buried a lie."
He ended the recording and sent it straight to his lawyer.
From the shadows, Peter emerged. “Want me to store that on the encrypted server?”
Julian nodded. “And loop Vivian in.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’ll burn every bridge.”