“We gathered here today to bid farewell to our beloved, Juli—”

“Hold on, priest,” I said, walking toward the coffin. “How can you bid goodbye to someone who is not even there?”

I yelped as someone grabbed my arm. My eyes widened when I realized it was Atlas. “What is the meaning of this?” he gritted. “Until now, I have tolerated everything because you saved my father but this? How dare you insult Julia’s memories!”

“Stop saying it like I’m dead, I’m warning you, Atlas!”

He brushed past me and grabbed a photo, and he put it beside my side. “Does she look like you? Does she look anything like...