Caroline lay face down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow as she cradled the framed photograph of her mother and brother to her chest. She felt as though her heart was breaking, and the pain was unbearable. Caroline wasn’t sure how long it had been since her father and friends had given up knocking at her door, but it had been quite a while. Perhaps they’d gone to bed—she had no concept of whether it was day or night. Not that she cared anymore. 

Rolling onto her back, Caroline ...