The sound was coming from inside the small leather purse hanging from her arm.

The device rang once, twice, three times.

Valerie reached quickly into her purse to silence the noise, but Martha caught a glimpse of the glowing screen before Valerie could shield it.

The caller display read a single word: CHRISTOPHER.

For one confusing second, Martha thought her mind was playing tricks on her in the summer heat, but the phone rang again, and the name remained clearly visible on the screen.

Her supposedly deceased son was calling his wife’s phone from somewhere else during his own funeral.