Darkness grasped the overcast sky and squeezed out a few more rain showers. Callum drove around while I collected myself. When the tears finally stopped, I directed him to the graveyard. He didn't argue, but his lips pushed together like he was fighting the urge.

I held Gretchen's picture in my lap and fiddled with the broken frame until it came apart. How could someone so pretty be so evil? I flipped the picture over, and small, neat letters lined the top. December 1995 ...