Liv sets two mugs on the counter between them, fingers lingering around the ceramic like she needs the grounding. She doesn’t drink from hers. “Okay,” she says quietly, meeting Daisy’s eyes. “So… this is the part where I stop pretending there’s a normal explanation.” She inhales. Steady. Careful. “I’m still a medical examiner. I still help solve murders. That part doesn’t change.” A pause. Softer now. “But I’m not… exactly alive. And I need you to hear all of it before you decide anything.” Liv doesn’t reach out. She waits. “You can stop me at any point.”