Faye’s father drove quietly, his eyes focused on the road. Josey, his wife, sat beside him with crossed arms and a frown.

“Are you sure this is the place?” Josey asked, looking out at the remote area. The road was bumpy, and trees lined both sides.

“Yes, this is the address Phillip’s family sent,” he replied calmly.

Josey rolled her eyes. “Looks like a forest. Are we attending an introduction or going camping?”

As they pulled into the venue, a humble-looking hall surrounded by trees and open space came into view. It was quiet and peaceful. Phillip’s grandmother, father, and mother were already waiting at the entrance, dressed neatly and...