He took a sip of his beer, the bitter taste a familiar comfort in the face of his uncertainty. "I just want to know why, Liam. Why she left, why she's back. I need to understand."
"I know, Galen," Liam said, his voice filled with empathy. "It's been eight years. It's been a long time to wonder, to be in pain, and to be left with unanswered questions."
"I've spent years trying to forget, Liam," Galen said, his voice laced with a hint of self-reproach. "Trying to move on, trying to find peace. But now she's back, and it's all rushing back in one snap of a finger. The pain, the confusion, the longing."
"I understand," Liam said, his hand resting on Galen's shoulder, a gesture of silent support. "But maybe it's time to stop trying to forget and start trying to understand. Maybe it'
