This time, the laughter was thinner.

People could sense that something dangerous had shifted in the room.

Liam stood. “Turn it off.”

Beatrice waved him away. “Relax. We’re celebrating her courage.”

“No,” he said. “You’re putting her suffering on display for entertainment.”

Chloe crossed her arms. “You knew what she looked like. Unless those dark glasses are hiding more than bad taste.”