Gray clouds hung low, as if mourning alongside the living. A soft drizzle fell over the cemetery, dampening the earth now blanketed with wreaths of sorrow.

Rosemary stood rigid beside the wooden coffin where her grandfather’s body lay. Her hand trembled around the handle of her black umbrella, her swollen eyes proof that she had cried all night.

“Goodbye, Grandpa…” she whispered hoarsely, her voice nearly drowned out by the prayers recited around her.

But instead of comfort or an embrace, Rosemary felt only the piercing glares of her extended family. Low murmurs spread like venom in the damp air.

“It’s all her fault…” one aunt whispered, loud enough to...