“I highly doubt you enjoy celebrating the anniversary of your brother’s death, either.” Liam holds himself with a dignity I could never imagine. “Brennan would hate all of this.” I gesture to the crowd. “He was more about getting the work done than celebrating its completion.” “Yeah, sounds like—” His words die, and I squeeze his arm tighter as I note the separating crowd before us.
Sounds like what, Liam? Like maybe you also know her brother????
