Murdered? I was caught off-guard, but it started to add up. The lack of photographs could be explained by such a traumatic event.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I began, unsure how else to console him.

“I appreciate that, but it’s okay.” I could tell by his face that it wasn't. I thought maybe I should change the subject, but he continued before I could interrupt. “It was many years ago, but I’ve never truly gotten over ...