As I was about to leave the city, Kevin had the police call on me. When the officers found me, I was resigning from my job.

From behind the officers, I heard Kevin's strained, anguished voice.

“Grace, where have you hidden Blanche?”

Seeing Kevin again, I was momentarily stunned, feeling a strange mix of familiarity and alienation. He had visibly aged, looking as if years had been stripped from him in an instant.

Kevin rushed towards me, his eyes bloodshot. He grabbed my arm, demanding answers.

“You’re lying to me! Our daughter was eighteen; how could she die just crossing the street? You’re deceiving me, aren’t you?”

“Grace, you vile...