Chapter 89

LIAM

The cops take our statements, asking just enough questions to piece together what happened. By the time they’re satisfied, they let us know we might be called down to the station later for a full report.

Then they’re gone.

Oldie shuts the place down early—not that he had much choice. Most people cleared out the moment the screaming started. Honestly, I’ll be surprised if this doesn’t make headlines by morning.

I hang back and watch Emilia with Oldie for a while, the phone pressed to my ear. She catches my eye once or twice, offering me small, shaky smiles. Oldie’s leaning on her more than he probably means to, one hand pressed to his back, clearly in pain, but she says nothing—just lets him lean. Quiet strength. That’s what comes to my mind every time I think of her.

I look away. The rage simmers again.

The line finally picks up.

“Li?” Jessica’s voice is soft. Cautious. A little hoarse. “Is it really you?”

I glance back at Emilia,