Chapter 104

**Celeste's POV**

The cemetery was empty now. Everyone had gone home after throwing dirt on my father's coffin. I stood alone beside the fresh grave, rain soaking through my black dress. The headstone looked too clean, too new. Like it was lying about what lay beneath.

My hands shook as I pulled the small silver knife from my purse. The same knife I had used to cut my father's hair before they closed the coffin. Three long strands of gray hair sat coiled in my ...