The blanket had been folded.
The coffee cans were gone.
Even the firewood had been stacked neatly.
“Victor?” I called.
“Fiona.”
I turned around.
Victor stood near the back steps wearing a clean dark coat. Beside him sat a black SUV I had never seen before.
My stomach sank.
“Whose car is that?”
Before he could answer, Mrs. Bell stepped out from the driver’s side.
“Borrowed from my nephew,” she said. “Victor wanted to say goodbye to your mother without Mark causing trouble. We visited her grave.”
I looked at Victor’s coat.
He touched the sleeve awkwardly.
“Borrowed too.”
Then I noticed the locket in his hand.
“Where did you get my mother’s necklace? I know it from photos.”
His thumb traced the dented silver edge.
“Stephanie gave it to me.”
“That locket was lost.”
“No,” Victor said. “She told you it was.”
