"You know nothing, Celine. Don't get involved in this."
"I'm not trying to interfere in your past," she said gently. "I'm thinking about what's best for you. If you never face your past, you'll never find peace."
"The only people who need peace are already dead!" Tristan snapped, his voice rising.
Celine froze.
His eyes burned with pain now, not just anger.
"Will standing over their graves bring back my mother?" he demanded, his voice splintering with a rare vulnerability.
"Will it undo everything she suffered? Will it erase what he did to her?"
"Tristan…"
"Will it give me back the childhood I lost? Will it change the fact that he cast us out and destroyed everything?"
She stepped toward him, but he stepped back.
"I don't want anything to do with him," he said hoarsely. "Even if he's gone."
Celine sighed softly.
Then she crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a firm embrace.
