Mrs. Newton followed Sylvia’s gaze, spotting four people walking slowly down the street.

A man and a woman supported each other as they walked. Even with the woman bundled in a thick coat, it was clear she was pregnant.

Next to the expectant mother were two women carrying multiple bags. Though heavily dressed, their faces were bare, smiling and laughing in a way Mrs. Newton would never forget—even if she turned into a ghost, that cheerful expression would be burned into her memory.

“That ungrateful brat!” Mrs. Newton ground her teeth.

Sylvia, however, focused on the other people. “Hope’s beside Iris. But who are those two? And what are they...