Melissa’s POV

Clara’s expression softened into something like sorrow and alarm all at once. “You mean, visit his grave?”

I nodded, my throat aching as I forced the words out. “I can’t leave without telling him, without… saying goodbye the right way.”

Clara knelt in front of me, her hands reaching for mine. “Then I will come with you. We will go together tonight. I’ll keep watch while…”

I shook my head. “No. Not this time.”

Her lips parted in protest. “Melissa…”

“I have to go alone.” My voice was firmer than I felt; my insides trembled with doubts and fear. I turned my gaze toward the window; it was...