After Dylan’s whispers, sleep was impossible. My mind drifted back to the days after my husband’s death, when Jason welcomed me to live with his family. “Mom, come live with me. I’ll take care of you,” he’d said. Evelyn had hugged me, smiling. “I consider you my own mother. This house is your house.” I believed her. I thought I had found a place to live out my last years in peace.