“What’s going on? Why are we out at a cemetery in the suburbs?”

“You came just in time. We’re freezing out here.”

“Oh…”

After hanging up, William still couldn’t fully understand what had just happened.

He blinked at Michael, bewildered. “Dad… was that really Louis? Did I hear that wrong?”

Michael’s face darkened. “It was him.”

He knew his youngest son well enough. There was no way he would randomly run off to a cemetery in the middle of the night, especially not with Sylvia. Something had to have happened.

“Should we go pick them up now?” William asked.

Michael wrinkled his nose, enduring the unpleasant smell that clung to...