ving, but mine had stopped. The news on the small TV in the corner of the waiting area was a low m

mber. It was the third time. The line rang and rang, a hollo

as sharp, annoyed. "He's in a late

seat next to me. My parents' ashes. The weigh

unding distant and calm. "Just tel

could reply. There wa

one rang. It was Et

threaten me again!" His voice boomed through the speaker. "This D

emories. I didn't have the energy to argue. "Fine. Whe

e other end. He was the one who a

his voice suddenly hard and cold.

ah townhouse. Sabrina was visiting, as she so often did. She had "accidentally" knocked over a small, simple urn

ying to her mouth in feigned hor

ad wrapped his arm around her shaking should

ion. "For God's sake, Gabrielle, put that thin

when I knew. That'

t house, I knew I had nothing left

n begin. An anonymous email had arrived a week ago. No subject, no text, just an

a staffer. "It's a long shot, but if Gabrielle and I have another kid

. It wasn't about us, or a family, or love. It

vested. My body wasn't a field

instant, brutal