Yet Addie was staring like she knew Serena.

Because she did.

Not from magazines. Not from TV.

Addie had seen Serena with her own eyes.

Yesterday.

The memory burned in Addie’s throat. If Serena was inside that sealed casket, then who was the sad woman Addie had spotted behind a cracked window in an old house near the edge of downtown?

Addie’s hands clenched the hem of her dress as the priest began the final blessing.

This was the moment the truth would be lowered into the ground and made impossible to reach.