I could feel the weight of the decision hanging in the air, as if the world paused to see what would happen next. I took a deep breath, making a mental list of what mattered most to both of them. It was time they understood the depth of what they had destroyed—not just the machine, but Lily’s spirit and passion.
I turned to Mark first, my voice steady and clear. “Mark, remember last Christmas when you got that limited edition guitar? The one you said was impossible to replace?”
His eyes flickered with a mix of confusion and concern. “What about it?”
