"This is Liv," Robb Evans says, introducing his daughter. She leans against him as he sits on the bench. He gently strokes her from time to time, as if trying to calm her.
Evans, 57, is an inconspicuous man – his voice soft, his suit gray. Only his striped tie glows pink. "Liv's favorite color," he says, placing his hand on his daughter. Liv is unable to say so herself. She is no longer alive. Liv is here in the form of ashes in a pink urn.
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He had asked if he could bring her to the meeting in Melbourne. He was fully aware, he said, that it would be hard to bear – the ashes of a 15-year-old. But her presence, he said, would make it tangible that this was about a real person: Olivia "Liv" Evans, cheerleader, artist and animal lover, who died by suicide in 2023.
