After Bella and the woman left the funeral hall, they walked quickly toward the quiet parking area. Philip’s car was parked under a tree. When they reached it, Philip opened the door at once. Mr. Boyle also stepped out so the pregnant woman could sit comfortably inside.

The woman wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

“Those people said my husband was at fault,” she sobbed. “They said no good would come from it if I fought about it. So they wanted to settle right away. They also told me they had documents as evidence.”

Mr. Boyle leaned forward a little.

“Documents?”

Philip asked calmly, “By any chance, were you able...