Chapter 4

I wandered aimlessly until I found myself standing outside the funeral home where Liam worked.

"Mrs. Vance?"

An older man approached me, though I didn't recognize him.

"Do you know me?" I asked.

He scratched his head, his tone hesitant.

"Your picture is on Liam's phone case. I've seen it before."

I pulled out a cigarette and offered him one, forcing a smile.

"Could you show me where Liam usually works?"

He took the cigarette and sighed. "Come on. I'll take you."

The room was cold. I looked around, tapping on surfaces. Accidentally, I kicked something—a Zippo lighter.

I remembered Olivia had one just like it.

Just then, the older man spoke up.

"Last night, Liam really was handling an urgent case. I probably shouldn't say anything, but Liam is a good kid."

I didn't respond. Then my phone rang. It was the woman from the hospital.

"Emma! Where the hell did you go?! Your parents are here now! Get back now!"

"Do you hear me?!"

I clutched the lighter tightly in my hand, my heart hollow and numb.