known her family since Brian was twelve.

He answered on the second ring.

“Walt,” Ellie said, keeping her voice low, “come to my house right now.

Bring your phone.

Don’t call ahead.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then: “I’m on my way.”

When she hung up, Tyler was staring at the back door.

“Are they coming?” he asked.

Ellie didn’t lie.

“I don’t know.

But if they do, I won’t let anyone take you out of this house.”

He looked like he wanted to believe her so badly it hurt.

Then headlights swept over the kitchen wall again.

This time they didn’t move on.

Tyler’s chair scraped backward so fast it nearly toppled.

He stood, all the color draining from his face.

“That’s her.”

An engine cut off in the driveway.

Ellie’s heart slammed once against her ribs, hard enough to sting.

She took Tyler by the shoulders and steered him into the laundry room off the kitchen, the one with the narrow folding door and no window.

“Stay here.

Don’t make a sound unless I call your name.”

He gripped her wrist.

“Don’t let her touch me.”

“I won’t.”

A knock sounded at the front door.

Three brisk taps.

Then Michelle’s voice, pitched sweet and worried through the wood.

Parker? Are you awake?”

Ellie crossed the dark living room on feet that suddenly felt twenty years younger and twenty years older at the same time.

She turned on nothing.

Through the sidelight she could make out Michelle’s neat coat, Brian’s broad shadow behind her, and the glow of their truck still washing across the wet gravel.

Ellie opened the door but left the chain latched.

Michelle’s mascara was perfect.

Her eyes were pink, but only around the edges.

Brian looked worse—gray, wrecked, rain-spotted, like he’d been dragged behind his own grief.

He kept staring past Ellie into the house.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” Michelle said, one hand pressed dramatically to her chest.

“The funeral home called.

There was…

some kind of disturbance at the cemetery.

They think boys from town may have vandalized the site.

We wanted to make sure you were all right.”

Ellie kept her face blank.

“Why would vandals send you here?”

Michelle gave a breathless little laugh.

“No reason.

It’s just…

after a day like today, I couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone.”

Behind her, Brian’s voice came out rough.

“Mom, did you see anyone on the road? Anyone walking?”

That was the first true thing either of them had said.

Ellie watched her son’s face.

He looked terrified—not of grief this time, but of discovery.

And suddenly she knew this wasn’t a clean line between innocent father and guilty wife.

Whatever had happened, Brian had walked some part of that road with her.

“No,” Ellie said.

Michelle leaned closer to the opening.

“Would you mind if we came in for a minute?”

“Yes,” Ellie said.

The answer seemed to surprise her.

Michelle recovered quickly.

“I only thought—”

“I know what you thought.”

Brian rubbed a hand over his mouth.

“Mom, please.

If something happened at the grave…

if somebody took…” He couldn’t finish.

A floorboard creaked behind Ellie.

Michelle’s eyes flicked over Ellie’s shoulder.

For the first time, something hard flashed beneath the grief on her face.

Then another

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