The car moved steadily out of the city center, its tires humming against the road, until it reached the quiet hills of a suburban cemetery.

Jasmine was here today to pay her respects to her birth mother. As soon as she stepped out of the car, her phone buzzed with a call from Daisy.

“Jas, are you there?” Daisy’s voice floated through.

“Just arrived,” Jasmine replied, cradling the phone against her ear.

“Good. Say a prayer for ...