On the third day of Julian’s trip to Yonderhaven, Francesca decided to visit the shopping mall.

Julian favored Kitom-brand shirts, so she selected two for him at the boutique—one in black, the other in charcoal gray. He rarely wore white shirts unless they were custom-made for special occasions.

As she approached the counter to pay, the saleswoman offered a practiced, syrupy compliment. “Mrs. Hale, you have exquisite taste. We’re expecting a new collection ...